You tell me I’m acting silly,
I’m not silly, just chilly
You say I’m proving myself a goof,
for what I say or do
I’ve the absolute proof
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-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
The trees say they’re tired,
they’ve borne too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside, there’s no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don’t give a hoot
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
Then the birds got together
to chirp about the weather, mmm
After makin’ their decision in birdie-like precision,
Turned about and made a bee-line 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-di-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
Then the birds got together
to chirp about the weather, mmm
After makin’ their decision in birdie-like precision,
Turned about and made a bee-line 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-di-da, di-da-di-dum,
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum,
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
You tell me I’m acting silly,
I’m not silly, just chilly
You say I’m proving myself a goof,
for what I say or do
I’ve the absolute proof
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-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
The trees say they’re tired,
they’ve borne too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside, there’s no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don’t give a hoot
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
Then the birds got together
to chirp about the weather, mmm
After makin’ their decision in birdie-like precision,
Turned about and made a bee-line 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-di-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn
Then the birds got together
to chirp about the weather, mmm
After makin’ their decision in birdie-like precision,
Turned about and made a bee-line 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-di-da, di-da-di-dum,
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum,
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, ’tis autumn