At the east end of town
At the foot of the hill
Stands a chimney so tall
That says Aragon Mill
But thereґs no smoke at all
Coming out of the stack
The mill has shut down
And it ainґt a-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
Well, Iґm too old to work
And Iґm too young to die
Tell me, where shall we go
My old gal and I
Thereґs no children at all
In the narrow empty street
The mill has closed down
Itґs so quiet I canґt sleep.
Yes, the mill has shut down
Itґs the only life I know
Tell me, where will I go
Tell me, where will I go