fitzgerald, ella
where the dreamy volga flows
there's a lonely russian rose
gazing tenderly
down upon her knee
where a baby's brown eyes glisten
listen
ev'ry night you'll hear her croon
a russian lullaby
just a little plaintive tune
when baby starts to cry
rock-a-bye my baby
somewhere there may be
a land that's free for you and me
and a russian lullaby