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
The mill has shut down
and it ain´t 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, I´m too old to work
and I´m too young to die
Tell me, where shall we go
My old gal and I
There´s no children at all
in the narrow empty street
The mill has closed down
it´s so quiet I can´t sleep.
Yes, the mill has shut down
it´s the only life I know
Tell me, where will I go
Tell me, where will I go
