Well, I woke up today and found frost perched on the town It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down And when the sun turned straight and cold And shivering trees are standing in a naked row I get the urge for going, but I never seem to go I had someone in the summertime with summercolored skin And not another one in town my darlings heart could win And when the leaves fell tumbling down And bully winds did rub their faces in the snow He got the urge for going, and I had to let him go Well, he got the urge for going When the meadow grasses are turning brown Summertime is afalling down Winters closing in And the warriors of winter gave a cold, triumphant shout All that stays is dying, and all that lives is getting out You see the geese in chevron flight Aflapping and aracing on before the snow Theyve got the urge for going and theyve got the wings to go Theyve got the urge for going When the meadow grasses are turning brown Summertime is afalling down Winters closing in Ill pile the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin Ill lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in Id like to call back summertime And let her stay for just another month or so But shes got the urge for going, and Ill have to let her go Shes got the urge for going When the meadow grasses are turning brown Summertime is afalling down Winters closing in Well, shes got the urge for going When the meadow grasses are turning brown All her empires are falling down Winter is closing in
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