Old
Father time checked,
so there be no doubt.
Called on the North wind to come on out.
Cuffed his hands so proudly to shout.
La dee da dee da dee ***,
tis autumn.
The trees say they're tired,
they've borne too much fruit.
Charmed on the wayside,
there's no dispute.
Now shedding leaves,
they don't give a hoot.
La dee da dee da dee ***, tis autumn.
And the
birds got together
to chirp about the weather.
After making their decision
in birdie-like precision,
turned about and made a V-line
to the South.
By 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
dee da dee ***,
tis autumn.
It's just to help
the mercury climb.
La
dee da
dee da dee ***, tis autumn.