Tis 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-dee-da, la-da-dee-dee
'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-dee-da, la-da-dee-dee
'Tis autumn

Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather
Mmm, mmm, mmm
After making their decision
In birdie-like precision
Turned about
And made a beeline 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-dee-da, la-da-dee-da
'Tis autumn

Then the birds got together
To talk about the weather
Mmm, mmm, mmm
After making their decision
In birdie-like precision
Turned about
And made a beeline 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-dee-da, la-da-dee-dee
'Tis autumn