Old Father Time checked, so there'd be no doubt;
Called down the North wind to come on out
Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!
The trees say they're tired, for too much fruit
Charmed on the wayside, there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn
Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather
Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
After makin' their decision, in birdie-like precision
Turned about, and made a beeline for 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-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.
Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather
Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
After makin' their decision, in birdie-like precision
Turned about, and made a beeline for 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-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.