Letras
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-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!"
The trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit
Charmed on the wayside, there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!
Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
After makin' 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 and the trees and old Father Time
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn