Old Father Time checked, so there'd be no doubt
Called on the north wind to come on out
Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout:
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn!
The trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside, there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot!
For la-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn!
Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather, mmm
After making their decision
In birdie-like precision turned about
And made a bee-line to the south
My holding you close really is no crime
Ask the birds, the bees, and Old Father Time
It's just to help the mercury climb
For la-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn!
My holding you close really is no crime
Ask the birds, the bees, and Old Father Time
It's just to help the mercury climb
For la-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn!