[1] At the east end of town at the foot of a hill
There's a [5] chimney so tall that says [4] Aragon [1] Mill
But there's no smoke at all comin' out of the stack
For the [5] mill has pulled out and it [4] ain't comin' [1] back
[1] And the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it [5] blows through the town [4] weave and spin weave and [1] spin
There's no children at all in the narrow empty streets
Since the looms have all gone it's so quiet I can't sleep
Now I'm too old to change and I'm too young to die
And there's no place to go for my old man and I
[1] At the east end of town at the foot of a hill
There's a [5] chimney so tall that says [4] Aragon [1] Mill
But there's no smoke at all comin' out of the stack
For the [5] mill has pulled out and it [4] ain't comin' [1] back
[1] And the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it [5] blows through the town [4] weave and spin weave and [1] spin
There's no children at all in the narrow empty streets
Since the looms have all gone it's so quiet I can't sleep
Now I'm too old to change and I'm too young to die
And there's no place to go for my old man and I
| Songwriter(s): |
|---|
Si Kahn |
| Band/Artist: |
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Hazel Dickens |
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