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TGhat certain Emnight, the Bmnight we meG7t,
TChere was mB7agic abroad iEmn the airC;
TGhere were aCngels dininGg at thCme Ritz
AnGd a nightingale sEmang in BeAm7rkeleD7y SquaGre.
EmAm7D7
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nGightingale saEmng in Am7BerkelD7ey SqGuare.
EmF#7
ThBe moon that linC#m7gered over LF#7ondon town --
EbmPoor, puzzled C#m7moon, he wore a F#7frown.
BHow could he knC#m7ow we two were so F#7in love
EbmThe whole darn world sAm7eemed upDside down.
The streets of town were paved with stars,
It was such a romantic affair.
And as we kissed and said "Good-bye,"
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 at the fair;
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Squre.
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 nGightingale sEmang in BAm7erkeD7ley SqGuare. Em
IAm7 know 'caD7use I was therE7e
C That nC/Bight in CmBerkeD7ley SqGuare. Em Cm Cm7 G
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