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 dee da, dee da dee da, tis Autumn
The trees say they're tired they've bore too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves they don't give a hoot
La dee da, dee da dee da, tis Autumn
Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather
Ooh
After making their decision in birdy-like precision
Turned about and made a vee line 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 dee da, dee da dee da, tis Autumn