Great, Bob. And for Kitchen Pete:
A NIGHTINGALE SANG IN BERKELEY SQUARE
Words by Eric Maschwitz, music by Manning Sherwin
When true lovers meet in Mayfair,
So the legends tell,
Song birds sing,
Winter turns to spring,
Ev'ry winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be,
'Cause it happened one ev'ning 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 turn'd 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 kiss'd and said "good-night"
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 in a fair.
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
When dawn came stealing up all golden 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 nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.
and the story that goes with the song:
http://www.geocities.com/ecanus0617/JamieGeoff/BerkeleySq.html
