’Tis Autumn The Nat "King" Cole Trio

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 born 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
Mm-mm-hmm-mm
After making their decision, in birdylike 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-di-da-di-da-di-dum, 'tis autumn

It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-da-di-da-di-dum, 'tis autumn