Friday, January 8, 2016

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 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 Berkeley 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 dancing a feet of Astaire And like an echo far away A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

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