Cole Nat King - Tis Autumn

^DOld Father ti^D6me checked,^Dmi7 so there'd be^Dm6 no doubt; ^Amaj7Called on the N^F#morth wind ^C#m7/5- to come on o^F#7ut, Th^Aen cupped his h^Eands so pr^D9oudly to s^B7hout, "^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^D9, ^Aautumn!" Tr^Dees say they're ^D6tired, they've^Dmi7 born too much f^Dm6ruit; ^Amaj7Charmed on the ^F#mwayside,^C#m7/5- there's no disp^F#7ute. ^ANow shedding le^Eaves, they ^D9don't give a ^B7hoot -- ^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^D9, ^Aautumn!

Then the ^Emi7birds got toge^A7ther to ^G/Bchirp about the we^A7ather ^DMm^altmm - ^G/Bmmm - ^A7mmm - m^D6mm. After ^F#mi7makin' their de^B7cision, in b^F#mi7irdie-like pre^B7cision, ^E7Turned ab^Fmout, and made a ^B7beeline to the s^E7outh.

My h^Dolding you c^D6lose really^Dmi7 is no c^Dm6rime -- Ask the ^Amaj7birds and the ^F#mtrees an^C#m7/5-d old Father T^F#7ime. It's j^Aust to h^Eelp the m^D9ercury c^B7limb. ^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^D9, ^Aautumn.

^AIt's jus^Et to help^D9 the mer^B7cury climb. ^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^F7au - t^Aumn.