| Old Father time checked, so there’d be no doubt
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| Called on the North wind to come on out
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| Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout
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| La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!
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| Trees say they’re tired, they’ve born too much fruit;
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| Charmed on the wayside, there’s no dispute
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| Now shedding leaves, they don’t give a hoot —
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| La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!
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| Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather
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| Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
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| After makin' their decision, in birdie-like precision
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| Turned about, and made a beeline to the south
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| My holding you close really is no crime —
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| Ask the birds and the trees and old Father Time
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| It’s just to help the mercury climb
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| La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn
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| It’s just to help the mercury climb
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| La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn |