| I awoke today and found the frost |
| perched on the town |
| It hovered in a frozen sky, then it |
| gobbled summer down |
| When the sun turns traitor cold and all |
| the trees are shivering in a naked row |
| I get the urge for going |
| But I never seem to go |
| I get the urge for going |
| When the meadow grass is turning brown |
| Summertime is falling down and winter |
| is closing in |
| I had me a man in summertime |
| He had summer-colored skin |
| And not another girl in town |
| My darling’s heart could win |
| But when the leaves fell on the ground |
| Boy winds came around, pushed them face |
| down in the snow |
| He got the urge for going |
| And I had to let him go |
| He got the urge for going |
| When the meadow grass was turning brown |
| Summertime was falling down and winter |
| was closing in |
| Now the warriors of winter they gave a |
| cold triumphant shout |
| And all that stays is dying and all that |
| lives is camping out |
| See the geese in chevron flight flapping |
| and racing on before the snow |
| They got the urge for going |
| And they got the wings so they can go |
| They get the urge for going |
| When the meadow grass is turning brown |
| Summertime is falling down and winter |
| is closing in |
| Apply the fire with kindling now |
| I’ll pull the blankets up to my chin |
| I"ll lock the vagrant winter out and |
| I’ll fold my wandering in |
| I’d like to call back summertime |
| Have her stay for just another |
| month or so |
| But she’s got the urge for gong |
| So I guess she’ll have to go |
| She gets the urge for going |
| When the meadow grass is turning brown |
| All her empire’s falling down |
| And winter’s closing in |
| And I get the urge for going |
| When the meadow grass is turning brown |
| And summertime is falling down |