Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I
always hear when you sigh.
Never in my wordland
could there be ways to reveal
in a phrase how I feel.
Have you ever heard two turtle doves
bill and coo when they love?
That's the kind of magic
music we make with our lips
when we kiss.
And there's a weepy old willow,
he really knows how to cry.
That's how I'd cry in my pillow
if you should tell me farewell and goodbye.
Lullaby of Birdland whisper low,
kiss me sweet and we'll go
flyin' high in Birdland,
high in the sky up above
all because we're in love.
