A Nightingale Sang in Barkley Square
T&M: E. Maschwitz
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 Berkeley 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 Berkeley 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 darned world seemed upside down
The streets of town, were paved with stars
it was such a romantic affair.
And as we kissed and said good-night,
A nightingale sang
A nightingale sang
I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.
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