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
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
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!