A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square - Vera Lynn

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 Berkley 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 Berkley 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 Berkley Square.

When dawn came steaming up,

All Gold and Blue,

To interact our Rendevous.

I’ll 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 Astair.

And like an echo far away,

A Nightingale Sang In Berkley Square.

I know 'cause I was there, that night in Berkley Square