Nat King Cole - 'Tis Autumn

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-de-da, de-da-de-dum, 'tis Autumn

The trees say they're tired, they've borne too much fruit

Charmed all the wayside, there's no dispute

Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot

La-de-da, de-da-de-dum, 'tis Autumn

Then the birds got together

To chirp about the weather

Hmmm

After makin' 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 trees, and Old Father Time

It's just to help the mercury climb

La-de-da, de-da-de-dum, 'tis Autumn