The lonely streets, the tall dark mill,
It stood a hundred years, it's standing still.
It's stood the snow; it's stood the rain,
And it could stand them all again.
Woollen town - oh woollen town,
You've been a pillar of economy
But now this mill is closing down.
Many years ago, or so they say,
Seven-year old children were working fifteen hours a day.
And through those years of industrial strife
The looms were turning, always, day and night.
But never again.
The lonely streets, the tall dark mill,
It stood a hundred years, it's standing still.
It's stood the snow; it's stood the rain,
And it could stand them all again.
Woollen town - oh woollen town,
You've been a pillar of economy
But now this mill is closing down.
The lonely streets are dark and bare.
No children playing, no one walks there.
There's just the mill, standing alone.
Its walls are damp and overgrown.
Woollen town - oh woollen town,
You've been a pillar of economy
But now this mill has closed down.
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