Belfast Mill Lyrics

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 is 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 loom 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 'twas the only work I know
tell me where will I go tell me what will I do.

And the only tune I hear
is the sound of the wind
as she blows through the town
weave and spin weave and spin.

I'm too old to work and I'm too young to die
tell me where will I go now 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 is 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.