Nightingale sang in berkeley square

A nightingale sang in berkeley squareglenn millerwhen true lovers meet in mayfair so the legend tellssong-birds sing, winter turns to springevery winding street in mayfair falls beneath the spelli know such enchantment can be 'cause it happened one evening to methat certain night the night we met there was magic abroad in the airthere were angels dining at the ritzand a nightingale sang in berkeley squarei may be right i may be wrong but i'm perfectly willing to swearthat when you turned and smiled at mea nightingale sang in berkeley squarethe moon that lingered over london townpoor puzzled moon he wore a frownhow could he know we two were so in lovethe whole darned world seemed up-side downthe streets of town were paved with starsit was such a romantic affairand as we kissed and said goodnighta nightingale sang in berkeley squarehow strange it was, how sweet and strangethere was never a dream to comparewith that hazy, crazy, night we metwhen a nightingale sang in berkeley squarethis heart of mine beat loud and fastlike a merry-go-round in a fairfor we were dancing cheek to cheekand a nightingale sang in berkeley squarewhen dawn came stealing up all gold and blueto interrupt our rendezvousi still remember how you smiled and said"was that a dream or was it true?"our homeward step was just as lightas the tap-dancing feet of astaireand like an echo far awaya nightingale sang in berkeley squarei know cause i was therethat night in berkeley squarefrom