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-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!"

Trees say they're tired, they've born 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 to the south.

My holding you close really is no crime â??
Ask the birds and the trees and old Father Time.
It's just to help the mercury climb.
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.

It's just to help the mercury climb.
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.

Copyright: INDANO MUSIC COMPANY
Writer(s): Henry Nemo