mark murphy
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 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 damned 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 Berkeley Square  How strange it was How sweet and strange 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 Square  The dawn came stealing up All gold and blue To interrupt our rendezvous-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 dancing feet of Astaire And like an echo far away And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square  That night in Berkeley Square.