Belfast Mill

The East end of town At the foot, of the hill There's a chimney so tall It's Belfast Mill There's no smoke at all coming out of the stack For the mill has shut down, and it's never coming back And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind As she blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind As she blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin There's no children playing in the dark, narrow streets For the mill has shut down, it's so quiet I can't sleep The mill has shut down, it was the only life I know Tell me, where will I go? Tell me, where will I go? And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind As she blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind As she blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin The East end of town At the foot, of the hill There's a chimney so tall It's Belfast Mill Where will I go now, my family and I? For I'm too old to work, and I'm too young to die