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!

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

It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn