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-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!"
The trees say they're tired--they bore too much fruit Charmed all the wayside--there's no dispute Now shedding leaves--they don't give a hoot La-de-da, de-da-de-dum, 'tis Autumn!
Then the birds got together To chirp about the weather After makin' their decision With birdie-like precision Turned about and made a bee-line to the south
Oh, holding you close is really no crime Ask the birds, the trees, and Old Father Time It's just to help the mercury climb La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn
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-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!"
Then the birds got together To chirp about the weather After makin' their decision With birdie-like precision Turned about and made a bee-line to the south
Oh, holding you close is really no crime Ask the birds, the trees, and Old Father Time It's just to help the mercury climb La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn! 'Tis Autumn!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
