| 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 bore 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, |
| (humming). |
| After makin' their decision |
| With birdie-like precision, |
| turned about and made a bee-line to the south. |
| Oh, 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! |
| 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!». |
| Then the birds got together |
| To chirp about the weather, |
| (humming). |
| After makin' their decision |
| With birdie-like precision, |
| turned about and made a bee-line to the south. |
| Oh, 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! |
| 'Tis Autumn! |