From the juice old hedge
creeps canny caterpillar
Well the dawn begins to crack
It's all part of
my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves
of a musty coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes...
It's my autumn almanac
Friday evenings
people get together
Hiding from the weather
Tea and toasted
buttered currant buns
Can't compensate
for lack of sun
Because the
summer's all gone
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la...
Oh my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes...
It's my autumn almanac
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la...
Oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes...
It's my autumn almanac
I like my football
on a Saturday
Roast beef
on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool
for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight
This is my street and
I'm never gonna leave it
And I'm always gonna stay
If I live to be ninety nine
'Cos I'm big family
Seem to come from my street
And I can't get away
Because it's calling me
I hear it calling me
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la...
Oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes...
It's my autumn almanac
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la...
Oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes...
Yes, yes, yes, yes...