Lullaby of Birdland, that’s what
I always hear when you sigh
Never in my woodland
Could there be words 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 ol' willow
He really knows how to cry
That’s how I cry on 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
This is my favorite version of the song, although Ella's rendition is also very good. Elegant simplicity. No scat or extended jazzy solo that destroys the song's continuity.
I saw her live at Ronnie Scott when I was 19. I sat 2 feet from her - wonderful wonderful - ... I took a jazz voice degree because of her voice. ! Love this - .... at 16 years old I listened and listened to her and Anita O'day and Sarah Vaughan - copied them all... I am now 50 - seems a life time ago!
Late one night, years ago when I lived in Greenwich Village, I espied Connor walking along 8th Street all alone. I've only ever approached two other famous folk in my life—and then in broad daylight—Billy Wilder and Myrna Loy. It was late and I didn't want to frighten her, thus I crept up cautiously as I could, then introduced myself. Chris was so . . . COOL. She didn't even appear startled. Trust me, it was VERY late. I couldn't believe how kind and sweet she was. Connor even invited me to be her guest the next night—all expenses paid—at the Greenwich Village jazz club where she was appearing. I was just off the turnip truck from West Virginia, and if this was what life in big city was going to be like, well, hot damn and boy howdy! --- from Shared Air (amazon)