Текст песни
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, la-da-dee-da
'Tis autumn
The trees say they're tired
They've borne too much fruit
They've charmed all the wayside
There's no dispute
Now shedding leaves
They don't give a hoot
La-dee-da, la-da-dee-da
'Tis autumn
Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather
La-da-dee, la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da
After making their decision
In birdy-like precision
They turned around
And made a beeline for the south
My holding you close
Really is no crime
Ask the birds, the trees
And Old Father Time
It's just to help
That mercury climb
La-da-dee-da, la-da-dee-da
'Tis autumn
La-dee-da-dee-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
'Tis autumn