DESCRIPTION:
At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so high, it says "Belfast Mill."
But there's no smoke at all, coming out of the stack
For the mill has shut down, it's never coming back
Chorus:
And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
as it blows through the town, weave and spin, weave and spin.
There's no children playing in the dark narrow streets
Since the mill has shut down, its so quiet I can't sleep
.Chorus:
Since the mill has shut down, there's no work to do
tell me where will I go, tell me what will I do.
Chorus:
I'm too old to work, I'm too young to die,
Tell me what will we do, my family and I
Chorus:
At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so high, it says "Belfast Mill."
But there's no smoke at all, coming out of the stack
For the mill has shut down, it's never coming back