well i woke up today and found the frost perched on the town it hovered in a frozen sky it gobbled summer down and when the sun turns traitor cold and shivering trees are standing in a naked row i get the urge for going and i never seem to go and i get the urge for going when the meadow grass is a turning brown summertime is a falling down winter is closing in i had a woman in summertime with summer colored skin and not another man in town my darling s heart could win and when the leaves fell tumbling down and bully winds dig up their faces in the snow she got the urge for going and i had to let her go and she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was a turning brown summertime was a falling down winter was closing in and the warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout all that stays is dying and all that lives is gettin out see the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow they got the urge for going and they got the wings to go and they get the urge for going when the meadow grass is a turning brown summertime is a falling down winter is closing in and i ll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin i ll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in i d like to call back summertime and let her stay for just another month or so she s got the urge for going and i have to let her go and she gets the urge for going when the meadow grass is a turning brown all her empire s falling down winter s closing in and i get the urge for going when the meadow grass is a turning brown summertime is a falling down