I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
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It hovered in a frozen sky, then it 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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I get the urge for going
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When the meadow grass is turning brown
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Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
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I had me a man in summertime
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He had summer-colored skin
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And not another girl in town
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My darling's heart could win
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But when the leaves fell trembling down
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Bully winds did rub their faces in the snow
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He got the urge for going And I had to let him go
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He got the urge for going
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When the meadow grass was turning brown
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Summertime was falling down and winter was closing in
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The warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout
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And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
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See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
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They've got the urge for going, they've got the wings to go
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They get the urge for going
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When the meadow grass is turning brown
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Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
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I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
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And I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
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I'd like to call back summertime and have her stay jut another month or so
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She's got the urge for going and I guess she'll have to go
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And she get the urge for going when meadow grass is turning brown
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All her empires are falling down
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Winter's closing in
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Urge For Going
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Joni Mitchell |