The rain, it drums upon the roof

And pounds against the window hard

It soaks through socks and shirts and pants

And forms deep puddles in my yard

Dances 'round and shouts out loud and clear

Autumn's here.

The wind, it bends the hemlocks tall

And wildly whips my hair around

And knocks the power lines about

And presses grass into the ground

It howls, just in case I didn't hear

Autumn's here.

The flocks of sparrows, fly on south

Enormous swarms, a hundred strong

They're swooping, circling, up and down

And in each mouth's a different song

They twitter just before they disappear

Autumn's here.

The leaves, they sigh and rustle above

Then one by one come drifting down

To form a carpet on the lawn

Of red and yellow, gold and brown

Then bend in close and whisper in my ear

Autumn's here.