Sunday, September 5, 2010

Urge for Going


Today feels like fall -- crisp and even chilly. I took the dogs outside this morning and heard geese calling, and soon a flock flew overhead. One of my favorite Joni Mitchell songs came to mind:

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 and 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


It may be a little premature, since it's only just September and there's no frost or snow out there. But I always think of this song when the weather begins to change in the fall!

(Photo: Asbury Park, yesterday.)

1 comment:

Barbara said...

I love the change of season when that fall crispness greets me at the door in the morning. It's the variation that's most interesting. That's why I could never exist in a place like San Diego where the weather was much the same every day of the year.