Old Father Time
Checked, so there's been no doubt
Called down the North Wind
to come on out
Then cupped his hand
so proudly to shout
La -dee -da, la -da -dee -dee,
it's autumn
The trees say they're tired,
they've borne too much fruit
Charmed all the way inside,
there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves,
they don't give a hoot
La -dee -da, la -da -dee,
it's autumn
Then the birds got together
to chirp about the weather.
making their decision,
and birdie -like precision,
Turned about and made a
beeline to the sound.
My holding you close really is no crime.
Ask the birds, the trees,
and old Father Time.
It's just to help the mercury climb.
La -dee -da, la -da -dee -da,
it's autumn.
Then the birds got together
to talk about the weather.
After making 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, the trees,
and old Father Time.
It's just to help the
mercury climb.
La dee da, la da dee dee is autumn.
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