Oh, 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
Oh, Father, time checked
La-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-di
Tis autumn
The trees say they're tired
They've borne too much fruit
Charm of a wayside
There's no dispute
Now shedding leaves
Why they don't give a hoot
La-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-di
Tis autumn
It is autumn
And the birds got together
To chirp about the weather
La-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-di
After making 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, the bees, and oh father time
Why it's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-di-di-di-di
La-di-da-oh, la-di-da
La-di-da-oh, la-di-da
Tis autumn, tis autumn