James Darren - A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

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 In Berkley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A Nightingale sang In Berkley 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 kissed and said goodnight,
A Nightingale sang In Berkley Square

How strange it was, how sweet and clean
There was never a dream to compare
To those hazy crazy nights we met
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

Ah, this heart of mine loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair
We would dance cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Squar

When dawn came stealing up, all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendez-vous,
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 Astair
And like an echo far away,
A Nightingale sang In Berkley Square

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