Tekst: George David Weiss alias B. Y. Forster / Muziek: George Shearing
(1953)
Here’s a lullaby
A different lullaby
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
We’re in love
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
Flyin’ high in Birdland
High in the sky up above