I had a girl in summertime, with summer-colored skinAnd not another man in town, my darling's heart could winBut when the leaves fell trembling downAnd bully winds did rub their faces in the snowI got the urge for going, and she had to let me goAnd I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brownAnd summertime is a-falling down, and winter's closing inNow the warriors of winter, give a cold triumphant shoutAnd all the state is dying, all that lives is getting outSee the geese in shivering flight, flapping and racing onBefore the snowThey got the urge for going, and they've got the wings to goAnd they got the urge for going, and they've got the wings to goAnd I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brownAnd summertime is a-falling down, and winter's closing inSo I ply the fire with kindling, hold the blankets to my chinI lock the vagrant winter out, and both my wandering inI'd like to call back summertime, but maybe stay for just another month or soI've got the urge for going, so I guess I'll have to goAnd I get the urge for going, and I've got the wings to goAnd I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brownAnd summertime is a-falling down, and winter's closing inWinter's closing inAnd I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brown