'Tis Autumn - Stacey Kent, Jim Tomlinson, David Newton

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 born 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 (hmm, hmm, hmm)

After makin' their decision

In birdie-like precision

Turned about and made a bee-line to the South

My 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!