'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-da, 'tis Autumn!".



The trees say they're tired, they bore 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,

After makin' their decision

With birdie-like precision,

turned about and made a bee-line to the south.



Oh, 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!



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!".



Then the birds got together

To chirp about the weather,

(humming).

After makin' their decision

With birdie-like precision,

turned about and made a bee-line to the south.



Oh, 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!

'Tis Autumn!