'Tis Autumn

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-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!'
 Trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit;
 Charmed on the wayside, there's no dispute.
 Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot –
 La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!
 (Bridge)
 Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather
 Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
 After makin' 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 and the trees and old Father Time.
 It's just to help the mercury climb.
 La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.
 (Instrumental)
 It's just to help the mercury climb.
 La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.