Sunday, 17 January 2010

Urge to Go - Joni Mitchell.





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
And bully 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, all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight flapping and a-racing on before the snow,
They've got the urge for going and they've 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.

I'll ply the fire with kindling now, I'll pull the blankets up to my chin,
I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt 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 going and I guess she'll have to go.
She gets the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And all her empire's falling down.







(Read it next autumn too).

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