The Urge For Going
I woke up today and found snow perched on the ground
It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
So when the leaves were trembling
Frozen trees were standing in a lonely row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go
And I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down and winter's moving in
I had a love in summertime with summer-colored skin
And not another one in town my darling's heart could win
But when the sky turned traitor cold
And bully winds did rub their noses in the snow
She got the urge for going and I had to let her go
And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
Summertime was falling down and winter's moving in
The warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout
Now all that dies is staying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flurrying and flapping through the naked sky
They got the urge for going
They've got the wings to fly
They get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down and winter's moving in
I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime
And ask her just to stay another month or so
But she got the urge for going
I guess she'll have to go
And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter's moving in
And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
All my empires are fallen down and winter's moving in
A Vontade de Ir
Acordei hoje e vi a neve no chão
Ela pairava num céu congelado e engolia o verão
Então, quando as folhas tremiam
As árvores congeladas estavam em uma fila solitária
Eu sinto a vontade de ir, mas nunca consigo ir
E eu sinto a vontade de ir quando a grama do campo fica marrom
E o verão tá caindo e o inverno tá chegando
Eu tive um amor no verão com a pele da cor do verão
E não havia outra na cidade que o coração da minha amada pudesse ganhar
Mas quando o céu ficou traiçoeiro e frio
E os ventos valentões esfregaram o nariz na neve
Ela sentiu a vontade de ir e eu tive que deixá-la ir
E ela sentiu a vontade de ir quando a grama do campo estava ficando marrom
O verão estava caindo e o inverno tá chegando
Os guerreiros do inverno deram um grito triunfante e frio
Agora tudo que morre fica e tudo que vive tá saindo
Veja os gansos em voo em forma de chevron
Batendo as asas e voando pelo céu nu
Eles sentem a vontade de ir
Eles têm asas pra voar
Eles sentem a vontade de ir quando a grama do campo fica marrom
E o verão tá caindo e o inverno tá chegando
Vou alimentar o fogo com gravetos e puxar os cobertores até o queixo
Vou trancar o inverno vagabundo pra fora e deixar meu espírito errante entrar
Eu gostaria de chamar o verão de volta
E pedir pra ela ficar mais um mês ou mais
Mas ela sentiu a vontade de ir
Acho que ela vai ter que ir
E ela sentiu a vontade de ir quando a grama do campo estava ficando marrom
O verão tá caindo e o inverno tá chegando
E ela sentiu a vontade de ir quando a grama do campo estava ficando marrom
Todos os meus impérios caíram e o inverno tá chegando