At the east end of town At the foot of the hill There's a chimney so tall That says Aragon Mill But there's no smoke at all Coming out of the stack For the mill has closed down And it's not coming back And I'm too old to change And I'm too young to die I wonder what will become Of my old wife and I There's no children at all In the narrow empty street Since the mill has closed down It's so quiet I can't sleep There's no use anymore For these cotton mills it seems But the sound of the loom Still haunts my dreams But the only tune I hear Is the sound of the wind As it blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin Oh the mill has closed down It's the only life I know Wonder what will I do Where will I go But the only tune I hear Is the sound of the wind As it blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin