| I woke up today and found snow perched on the ground
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| It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
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| So when the leaves were trembling
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| Frozen trees were standing in a lonely 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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| And summertime is falling down and winter’s moving in
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| I had a love in summertime with summer-colored skin
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| And not another one in town my darling’s heart could win
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| But when the sky turned traitor cold
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| And bully winds did rub their noses in the snow
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| She got the urge for going and I had to let her go
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| And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
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| Summertime was falling down and winter’s moving in
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| The warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout
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| Now all that dies is staying and all that lives is getting out
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| See the geese in chevron flight
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| Flurrying and flapping through the naked sky
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| They got the urge for going
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| They’ve got the wings to fly
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| They get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
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| And summertime is falling down and winter’s moving in
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| I’ll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
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| I’ll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
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| I’d like to call back summertime
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| And ask her just to stay another month or so
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| But she got the urge for going
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| I guess she’ll have to go
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| And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
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| Summertime is falling down and winter’s moving in
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| And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
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| All my empires are fallen down and winter’s moving in |