Aragon Mill Songtext
von Hazel Dickens

At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
There′s a chimney so tall that says "Aragon Mill"
But there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack
For 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 goes 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

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

Yes, the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it goes through the town, weave and spin, weave and spin
Yes, the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it goes through the town, weave and spin, weave and spin