Lyrics:

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
Mm-mm-hmm-mm
After making their decision, in birdylike precision
Turned about, and made a beeline 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-da-di-dum, 'tis autumn