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