Engelbert Humperdinck
A Nightingale Sang in Berkley Square
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 swearThat when you turned and smiled at me,A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.The moon that lingered over LondontownPoor 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 blueTo 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 lightAs the tap dancing feet of Astaire,And like an echo far awayA nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
From Letras Mania