Lyrics 'Tis Autumn - Patti Page

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-la-de la-de-la, '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-la-de la-de-la, 'tis Autumn!

Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather,
After makin' their decision
In birdie-like precision,
Turned about and made a bee-line to the south.

While 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-la-de la-de-la, 'tis Autumn!

Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather,
After makin' their decision
In birdie-like precision,
Turned about and made a bee-line to the south.

While 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-la-de la-de-la,
La-de-la-de la-de-la 'tis Autumn!