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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 |
