Stacey Kent - 'This Autumn

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.