At the east end of town at the foot of a hill
There’s a chimney so tall that says Aragon Mill
But there’s no smoke at all comin’ out of the stack
For the mill has pulled out and it ain’t comin’ back

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