Lullaby of birdland that's what I always hear when you sigh;
Never in my word land 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 on my pillow if you should tell me farewell and good-bye.
Lullaby of birdlandwhisper low, kiss me sweet, and we'll go
Flyin' high in birdland, high in the sky up above all because we're in love.
And there's a weepy old willow he really knows how to cry!
That's how I'd cry on my pillow if you should tell me farewell and good-bye.
That's the kind of magic music we make with our lips when we kiss.
Lullaby of birdlandwhisper low, kiss me sweet, and we'll go
Flyin' high in birdland, high in the sky up above all because we're in love.
High in the sky up above all because we'reinlove.