A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley 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 in berkeley 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 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 tap-dancing feet of astaire

and like an echo far away

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?"

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

i know cause i was there

that night in berkeley square