Old Father time checked, so there'd be no doubt;
Called on the North wind [bad word] on out,
Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout,
"La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!'

Trees say they're tired, they've born too much [bad word] 
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!

(Bridge)
Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather
Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
After makin' their decision, in birdie-like precision,
Turned about, and made a beeline to the south.
Lyrics www [bad word] lyrics/stacey_kent/

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.
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It's just to help the mercury climb.
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.