On the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall that says "Aragon Mill"
There's no smoke at all coming out 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 town
Weave and spin, weave and spin

There's no children at all on the narrow empty street
For the mill has closed down
It's so quiet I can't sleep

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

The mill has shut down
It's the only job I know
Tell mе, what will I do, oh, where will I go?
I'm too old to work, too young to die
Tеll me, where will I go, my family and I?

And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
As it blows through town
Weave and spin, weave and spin
On the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall that says "Aragon Mill"
There's no smoke at all coming out 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 town
Weave and spin, weave and spin

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