Belfast Mill - The Go Set

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