The Belfast Mill

At the East end of town

At the foot of the hill

There's a chimney so tall

It says Belfast Mill

But 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

There's no children playing

In the dark narrow streets

And the mill has shut down

It's so quiet I can't sleep

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 mill has shut down

T'was the only job I know

Tell me what will I do

And where will I go

For I'm too old to work

And I'm too young to die

Tell me where will I go

My family and I

And the only tune I hear

is the sound of the wind

As she blows through the town

Weave and spin, weave and spin

At the East end of town

At the foot of the hill

There's a chimney so tall

It says Belfast Mill

But 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

Yes the only tune I hear

Is the sound of the wind

As she blows through the town

Weave and spin, weave and spin