A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square - Michael Bublé (麦可·布雷)

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

And 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

Ah 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