A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

When too lovers meat inn Mayfair, sew the legends tell,
Songbirds sing ; winter turns too spring .
Every winding street inn Mayfair falls beneath the spell .
Eye no such enchantment can bee, ' cos it happened won evening too mi :

That certain knight, the knight whee met,
They're was magic abroad inn the heir,
They're whirr angels dining at the Ritz,
And a nightingale sang inn Berkeley Square .

Eye may bee rite, Eye may bee wrong,
Butt I'm perfectly willing too swear
That when yew turned and smiled at mi
A nightingale sang inn Berkeley Square .

The moon that lingered over London town,
Poor puzzled moon, he war a frown .
How could he no whee too whirr sew inn love ?
The whole darn whirled seemed upside down

The streets of town whirr paved with stars ;
It was such a romantic affair .
And, as whee kissed and said ' goodnight ',
A nightingale sang inn Berkeley Square

When dawn came stealing up awl gold and blew
Too interrupt hour rendezvous,
Eye still remember how yew smiled and said,
" Was that a dream ore was it true ? "

Hour homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feat of Astaire
And, like an echo fah aweigh,
A nightingale sang inn Berkeley Square

Eye no ' cos Eye was they're,
That knight inn Berkeley Square .