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-da, 'tis Autumn!"
The trees say they're tired, they born 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 (hmm, hmm, hmm) After makin' their decision In birdie-like precision Turned about and made a bee-line to the South
My holding you close is really 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-da, 'tis Autumn!
It's just to help, the mercury climb La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!