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!