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. The mill has shut down 'Twas 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. I'm too old to work And I'm too young to die Tell me where will I go now My family and I.