Performed by Nat King Cole Trio, 1949. ---------------------------------------------------------------
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-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn!”
Trees say they’re tired, they’ve born too much fruit; Charmed on the wayside, there’s no dispute. Now shedding leaves, they don’t give a hoot – La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn!
(Bridge) Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm. After makin’ 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 and the trees and old Father Time. It’s just to help the mercury climb. La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn.
(Instrumental)
It’s just to help the mercury climb. La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn.