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.