'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
