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 born 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 (hmm, hmm, hmm)

After makin′ their decision

In birdie-like precision

Turned about and made a bee-line to the South

My 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!

It's just to help, the mercury climb

La-de-da, de-da-de-da, ′tis Autumn!