| Is the sound of the wind
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| As it blows through the town
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| Weave and spin, weave and spin
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| At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
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| Stands a chimney so tall that says «Aragon Mill.»
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| But there’s no smoke at all coming out of the stack
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| The mill has shut down and it ain’t a-coming back
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| Well, I’m too old to work, and I’m too young to die
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| Tell me, where shall we go, My old gal and I?
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| There’s no children at all in the narrow empty street
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| The mill has closed down; |
| it’s so quiet I can’t sleep
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| Yes, the mill has shut down; |
| it’s the only life I know
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| Tell me, where will I go, Tell me, where will I go?
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| And the only tune I hear, is the sound of the wind
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| As it blows through the town
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| Weave and spin, weave and spin |