Aragon Mill Songtext
von Charles Sawtelle

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