| And I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
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| It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
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| When the sun turns traitor cold
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| And shivering trees are standing in a naked row
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| I get the urge for going but I never seem to go
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| And I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
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| Summertime is falling down winter’s closing in
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| I had a girl in summertime with summer colored skin
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| And not another man in town my darling’s heart could win
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| But when the leaves fell trembling down
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| And bully winds did rub their face down in the snow
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| She got the urge for going I had to let her go
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| She got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
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| And summertime was falling down and winters closing in
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| Now the warriors of winter they give a cold triumphant shout
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| All that stays is dying all that lives is getting out
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| See the geese in chevron flight
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| Flapping and a-racin on before the snow
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| Got the urge for going they’ve got the wings to go
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| And they get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
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| Summertime is falling down and winter’s closing in
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| I’ll ply the fire with kindling, I’ll pull the blankets to my chin
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| I’ll lock the vagrant winter out I’ll bolt my wandering in
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| I’d like to call back summertime
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| And have her stay for just another month or so
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| Chourus
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| But she’s got the urge for going I guess she’ll have to go
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| And she’s gets the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning
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| Brown
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| All her empire’s are falling down winter’s closing in
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| And I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
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| And summertime is falling down |