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-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn The trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit Charmed all the wayside, there's no dispute Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn Then the birds got together To chirp about the weather, mmm After makin' their decision In birdie-like precision Turned about and made a bee-line to the south My 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-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn It's just to help the mercury climb La-di-da, di-la-di-dum, 'tis Autumn