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I awoke today and found the frost |
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perched on the town |
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It hovered in a frozen sky, then it |
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gobbled summer down |
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When the sun turns traitor cold and all |
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the trees are shivering in a naked row |
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I get the urge for going |
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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 |
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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 on the ground |
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Boy winds came around, pushed them face |
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down in the snow |
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He got the urge for going |
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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 |
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was closing in |
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Now the warriors of winter they gave a |
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cold triumphant shout |
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And all that stays is dying and all that |
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lives is camping out |
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See the geese in chevron flight flapping |
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and racing on before the snow |
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They got the urge for going |
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And they got the wings so they can 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 |
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is closing in |
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Apply the fire with kindling now |
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I'll pull the blankets up to my chin |
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I'll lock the vagrant winter out and |
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I'll fold my wandering in |
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I'd like to call back summertime |
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Have her stay for just another |
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month or so |
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But she's got the urge for gong |
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So I guess she'll have to go |
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She gets the urge for going |
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When the meadow grass is turning brown |
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All her empire's falling down |
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And winter's closing in |
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And I get the urge for going |
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When the meadow grass is turning brown |
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And summertime is falling down |
