Winter

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
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 going
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.

- Joni Mitchell, Urge for Going