A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

i may be right, i may be wrong, but i’m perfectly willing to swearthat when you
turn’d and smiled at mea nightingale sang on berk’ley square.
the moon that lingered over london town, poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
how could he know we two were so in love.
the whole darn world seemed upside down, the streets of town were paved with
stars.
it was such a romantic affair, and as we kiss’d and said goodnighta nightingale
sang on berk’ley square.
how strange it was, how sweet and strange.
there was never a dream to comparewith that hazy, crazy night we met,
whena nightingale sang on berk’ley square.
this heart of mine beat loud and fastlike a merry-go-round in a fair.
for we were dancing cheek to cheek anda nightingale sang on berk’ley square.
when dawn came stealing up all gold and blueto interrupt our rendezvous,
i still remember how you smiled and saidwas that a dream or was it true?
our homeward step was just as lightas the tap dancing feet of astaireand like
an echo far awaya nightingale sang on berk’ley square.
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