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!"
Trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit;
Charmed on [C7]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 [Fm7]together to [C7]chirp about the weather
Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
After makin' their decision, in birdie-like [F]precision,
Turned about, and [Bm]made a beeline to [C7]the south.
My holding you [A7close ɾeally is no crime â??
Ask the birds and [Bm]the tɾees and [Bm]old Father Time.
It's just to [C7]help the mercury climb.
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.
It's just to [C7]help the mercury climb.
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn.
