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That cGertain nEmight, the nBmight we G7met,
There was mCagic abB7road in the aEmir; B7
There were Gangels dD7ining G7at the RCmitz
And a nGightingale sEmang in Am7BerkeD7ley SqGuare. Em Am7 D7
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A niGghtingale sanEmg in BAm7erkeleD7y SquGare. Em F#7
TB7he moon that lingered oC#m7ver LondoF#7n town --
PoBmor, puzzGdimled moon,C#m7 he wore F#7a frown.
HoB7w could he know we two were C#m7 so in lF#7ove
The whBmole darn Gdimworld seemed Am7upside dDown. 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
CThat nigC/Bht in BeCmrkeleD7y SquaGre. Em Cm Cm7 G
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