acoustic
country
bluegrass
Lyrics
At the east end of town at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall that says Aregon mill
But there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack
For the mill has shut down and it ain't a'coming back
And the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it blows through the town weave and spin weave and spin.
There's no children at all in those narrow empty streets
since the looms have all gone, it's so quiet I can't sleep
And I'm too old to change, and I'm too young to die
is there nothing at all for my woman and I.
And the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it blows through the town weave and spin weave and spin
As I gaze down the street, I remember the way, that I walked to that mill, how I toiled for my pay
Now the mill has shut down, Lord it's all that I know
Tell me what can I do, tell me where can I go
And the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind
As it blows through the town weave and spin weave and spin.
And the only sound I hear is the cry of the wind.