Don Costa - 'Tis Autumn Lyrics
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'Tis Autumn
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What Are The Lyrics For 'Tis Autumn By Don Costa?
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! 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!". Then the birds got together To chirp about the weather, (humming). 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! 'Tis Autumn! |
Who Wrote 'Tis Autumn By Don Costa?
Henry Nemo
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What's The Duration Of The 'Tis Autumn By Don Costa?The duration of 'Tis Autumn is 2:35 minutes and seconds. |
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