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.