Aragon Mill

In the North end of town
 at the foot of the hill
 stands a chimney so tall
 that ssys Aragon Mill
 But theres no smoke at all
 coming out of the stack
 cause the mill has pulled out
 and it ain't coming back
 and the only sound I hear
 is the cry of the wind
 as it blows thru the town
 weave and spin weave and spin
 Theres no children at all
 in the narrow empty streets
 since the looms have shut down
 it's so quiet I can't sleep
 and I'm to old to leave
 and I'm to young to die
 and there's no place to go
 for my old man and I
 and the only sound I hear
 is the cry of the wind
 As it blows thru the town
 weave and spin weave and spin
 And the only sound I hear
 is the cry of the wind
 as it blows thru the town
 weave and spin weave and spin
 And the only sound I hear
 is the cry of the wind
 as it blows thru the town
 weave and spin weave and spin