At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
Stands a chimney so tall that says "Aragon Mill."
But there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack
For the mill has shut down and it ain't coming back

And the only tune I hear
Is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town
Weave and spin, weave and spin

Now I'm too old to change, I'm too young to die
And there's no place to go for my old man and I
There's no children at all in the narrow empty street
Now the rooms have all gone, it's so quiet I can't sleep

And the only tune I hear
Is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town
Weave and spin, weave and spin

Now the mill has shut down, it's the only life I know
Tell me, where will I go, tell me, where will I go?

And the only tune I hear
Is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town
Weave and spin, weave and spin

And the only tune I hear
Is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town
Weave and spin, weave and spin