Songtexte Urge for Going (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967) - 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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
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2 Joni Talks About London (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
3 Marcie (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
4 Joni Discusses London Bridge (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
5 London Bridge (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
6 Joni Talks About Her Coca Cola Commercial (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
7 Ballerina Valerie (Live WRTI-FM Broadcast 1966)
8 Michael from the Mountains (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
9 Go Tell the Drummer Man (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
10 I Don't Know Where I Stand (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
11 Brandy Eyes (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
12 Winter Lady (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
13 Joni Discusses Bob Dylan and Song Writing (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
14 Mr. Blue (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
15 Urge for Going (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
16 Joni Discusses Influences (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
17 Both Sides Now (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
18 The Circle Game (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
19 Morning Morgantown (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
20 Born to Take the Highway (Live WTRI-FMBroadcast 1966)
21 Eastern Rain (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
22 Joni Discusses Living in a Small Town (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
23 Song to a Seagull (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
24 Night in the City (Live WTRI-FM Broadcast 1966)
25 First Set Introduction (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
26 Morning Morgantown (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
27 Born to Take the Highway (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
28 Eastern Rain (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
29 The Circle Game (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
30 Introduction to Song to a Seagull (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
31 Song to a Seagull (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
32 Carnival in Kenora (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
33 Second Set Introduction (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
34 Brandy Eyes (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
35 Winter Lady (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
36 Talking About Mr. Blue (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
37 Mr. Blue (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
38 Urge for Going (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
39 Both Sides Now (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
40 Night in the City (Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967)
41 The Circle Game (Second Set) [Live WHAT-FM Broadcast 1967]
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