Tis Autumn

Driving along yesterday I heard this song, sung by Stacey Kent. It's a terrific autumn song. The lyrics are cleaver, romantic, and sweet. As I listened I wondered, how long will anyone be able to write like this anymore? Even our simple language is slipping away from us as we no longer write for personal expression. It seems as if 70% of what we see written these days comes as either corporate-speak b.s. jargon or as text messages. I mean, WTF? I fear the number of people able to write poetry or a beautiful melody of words-- let alone an actual personal note or letter-- is rapidly shrinking away.

Fortunately there are still a few good song writers, poets, and authors in this world. But for now, enjoy this old timer.

Tis Autumn – words & music by Henry 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-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn!”

Trees say they’re tired, they’ve born too much fruit;

Charmed on the wayside, there’s no dispute.

Now shedding leaves, they don’t give a hoot –

La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn!

(Bridge)

Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather

Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.

After makin’ their decision, in birdie-like precision,

Turned about, and made a beeline to the south.

My holding you close really is no crime –

Ask the birds and the trees and old Father Time.

It’s just to help the mercury climb.

La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn.

(Instrumental)

It’s just to help the mercury climb.

La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, ‘tis autumn.