Well I woke up today and found frost perched on the town
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It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
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And when the sun turned straight and cold and shiverin'
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Trees are standing in a naked row
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I get the urge for going and I never seem to go
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I had someone in the summer time with summer coloured skin
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And not another one in town my darling's heart could win
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And when the leaves fell tumbling down and bully winds did rub their faces
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in the snow
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He got the urge for goin and I had to let him go
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Chorus
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Well he got the urge for going
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When the meadow grasses are turnin' brown
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Summer time is a fallin' down
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Winter's closing in
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And the warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout
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All that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
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You see the geese in chevron flight a flapping and a racing on before the snow
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They've got the urge for going and they've got the wings to go
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Chorus
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I'll pile the fire with kindlin' and pull the blankets to my chin
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I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wanderin' in
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I'd like to call back summertime and let her stay for just another month or so
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But she's got the urge for goin, and I'll have to let her go
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Chorus...
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The Urge For Going
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| Mary Black |
