A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
Ray Noble
That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air,
There were angels dining at the Ritz and
A nightingale sang on Berk’ley Square.
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I’m perfectly willing to swear
That when you turn’d and smiled at me
A 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 “goodnight”
A nightingale sang on Berk’ley Square.
How strange it was, how sweet and strange.
There was never a dream to compare
with that hazy, crazy night we met,when
A nightingale sang on Berk’ley Square.
This heart of mine beat loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair.
For we were dancing cheek to cheek and
A nightingale sang on Berk’ley Square.
When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendezvous,
I still remember how you smiled and said
“Was that a dream or was it true?”
Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang on Berk’ley Square.
