A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square Songtext
von Michael Bublé

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, wore such 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
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square


How strange it was, how sweet and strange
There was never a dream to compare
What that hazy, crazy night we met
When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

How this heart of mine beat loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair
And we were dancing cheek to cheek
When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendezvous
I still remember when you smiled and said
"Was that a dream or was it true?"

Our homeward steps were just as light
As the dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley
That night in Berkeley
That night in Berkeley Square