Dublin City Ramblers — The Belfast Mill lyrics

Lyrics

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