The Mill Lyrics

The miller's wife had waited long

The tea was cold

The fire was dead

And there might yet be nothing wrong

In how he went and what he said:


"There are no millers any more"


Was all that she had heard him say


And he had lingered at the door

So long it seemed like yesterday.


Sick with a fear that had no form

She knew that she was there at last


And in the mill, there was a warm

She knew that she was there at last

a mealy fragrance of the past.


What else there was would only seem

To say again what he had meant

And what was hanging from a beam

Would not have heeded where she went.

And if she thought it follow her.

She may have reasoned in the dark


That one way of the few there were

Would hide her and would leave no mark:

Black water, smooth above the weir

Like starry velvet in the night,


Though ruffled once, would soon appear

The same as ever to the sight.