TIS AUTUMN - Nat King Cole

Written by：Nemo

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