I think of goin´ south for the winter
It´s getting mighty cold
I watch the fire glow
The moon shining ´cross the snow
Maybe Florida or Mexico

Is where I oughta go

Somewhere where everything is green
Oo the change of scene
Might do a me good
When the swallows go
When they leave Capistrano
Fly away so gracefully
Maybe that´s for me

Snowdrifts blowing up against my door
Going clear up to the roof
I could be lying on some sun-washed shore
Truth is, don´t know what I´m waiting for

Think I´m goin´ south for the winter
It´s getting mighty cold
I watch the fire glow

The moon shinin´ ´cross the snow
Maybe Florida or Mexico
Is where I oughta go

South of the border
Think I´m goin´ south
Get my life in order
Think I´m goin´ south
For the winter
It´s gettin´ mighty cold