This Autumn - Eydie Gorme

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