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 that 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 rendez 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 of fred astaire and like an echo far away a nightingale sang in berkeley square
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