'Tis Autumn （1993 Digital Remaster） - Nat King Cole
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
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-de-da de-da-de-da 'tis Autumn