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