Bobby Darin
"A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square"

When two lovers meet in Mayfair,
So the legends tell,
Songbirds sing,
Winter turns to Spring.

Every winding street in Mayfair,
Falls beneath this spell.
I know such enchantment can be,
Because it happened one evening to me.

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 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

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 it beat loud and fast
Like a merry go round in a fair
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

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 dancing feet of Astaire
And, like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square