'Tis Autumn - 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-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!

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

It’s just to help the mercury climb

La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn