I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky,
then gobbled summer down
When the sun turns straighter cold and all
the trees stand shivering in a naked room
I get the urge for going,
but I never seem to go
I get the urge for going when the meadow grass
is turning brown and summertime is falling down
and winter's frozen
I had a badded summertime with summer-colored skin
and not another girl in town my darling's heart could win
when the leaves came trembling down and
woolly winds did rub their faces in the snow
He got the urge for going,
and I had to let him go
Now
the warriors of winter give a cold triumphant shout
and all that stays is dying,
all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight,
flying and racing on before the...
They got the urge for going,
and they've got the wings to go
They get the urge for going when the
meadow grass is turning brown and
summertime is falling
down and winter's frozen
So I apply the fire with kindling,
pour the blankets to my chin
I lock the vagrant winter out and keep my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime and
have it stay for just another month or so
She's got the urge for going,
so I guess she'll have to go
She gets the urge for going when the meadow
grass is turning brown and all her empire's
falling down and winter's frozen And I get
the urge for going when the meadow grass is
turning brown and summertime is falling down
and winter's frozen and winter's frozen and
winter's frozen
And I get the urge for going when the meadow
grass is turning brown and summertime is falling
down and
winter's frozen