I awoke today and found frost had perched on the town
Harbored in a frozen sky and all the summer down
And when the wind turned trade and cold
And all the trees are shivering in a naked row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go

And I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
And the summertime is falling down
And the winter's closing in

I had a girl in summertime with summer colored skin
And not another man in ten, my darling's heart could win
When the leaves fell tremblin' down
(Bullies wished [unverified])
To rub their faces in the snow
She got the urge for goin', I had to let her go

And I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
And the summertime is falling down
And the winter's closing in

Now the warriors of winter give a cold triumphant shout
All that stays is dying, all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight
Laughing and a racing off before the snow
They got the urge for going and they've got the wings to go

And I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
And the summertime is falling down
And the winter's closing in