Bobby Darin - A nightingale sang in berkeley square

Tha^Ct certai^Amn night, th^Eme night we ^Cmet, There was^F magic a^E7broad in the^Am air. There were a^Cngels d^Amining ^Emat the R^Dmitz, And a n^Cightingale ^Amsang in ^DmBerke^G7ley S^Cquare. ^{Am Dm G7}

^CI may be ^Amright, I ^Emmay be w^Crong, But I'm ^Fperfectly w^E7illing to s^Amwear, That ^Cwhen you t^Amurned and s^Emmiled at ^Dmme, A ^Cnightingale ^Amsang in^Dm Berk^G7eley ^C Square.

The ^Fmoon that lingered over L^B7ondon town, Poor puzzled moon, he w^Eore a frown, How ^E7could he know we two were^B7 so in love, The w^Ahole darn world seemed ^Dmupside dow^G7n.

The s^Ctreets of ^Amtown were pa^Emved with sta^Crs, It was s^Fuch a ro^Emmantic af^Amfair, And ^Cas we k^Amissed and sa^Emid goodn^Dmight, A ^Cnightingal^Ame sang i^Dmn Ber^G7keley ^C Square.

When^F dawn came steaming up all ^B7gold and blue, To interupt our rend^Eezvous I st^E7ill remember how you sm^B7iled and said, ^AWas that a dream or w^Dmas it true^G7?

Our h^Comeward ^Amstep was ju^Emst as li^Cght, As the t^Fap dancing ^Emfeet of ^AmAstaire, And l^Cike an ^Amecho, ^Emfar awa^Dmy,

A^C nightingal^Ame sang i^Dmn Ber^G7keley A ^Cnightingale^Am sang in^Dm Berk^G7eley A ^Cnightingale^Am sang in^Dm Berk^G7eley S^Cquare