I had a girl in summertime, with summer-colored skin
And not another man in town, my darling's heart could win
But when the leaves fell trembling down
And bully winds did rub their faces in the snow
I got the urge for going, and she had to let me go
And I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brown
And summertime is a-falling down, and winter's closing in
Now the warriors of winter, give a cold triumphant shout
And all the state is dying, all that lives is getting out
See the geese in shivering flight, flapping and racing on
Before the snow
They got the urge for going, and they've got the wings to go
And they got the urge for going, and they've got the wings to go

And I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brown
And summertime is a-falling down, and winter's closing in
So I ply the fire with kindling, hold the blankets to my chin
I lock the vagrant winter out, and both my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime, but maybe stay for just another month or so
I've got the urge for going, so I guess I'll have to go
And I get the urge for going, and I've got the wings to go
And I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brown
And summertime is a-falling down, and winter's closing in
Winter's closing in
And I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is a-turning brown