old town with your mills shut down, i knew you wouldn’t die

your love to deep and your arms to strong you carved your home

from the rock

i suppose that’s why your people are friendly, loyal and committed

the challenge was to re-invent yourself and that’s exactly what you did

close knit tribe that wouldn’t die, the ghosts are in the mills

this old city is alive and has cleaned up pretty well

the fires in the furnaces didn’t go out they still burn inside you all

old town you made your mark on me, like i was stamped with the steel

when i come to visit you continue to remind me ……………..

where memories live