Nat King Cole - A nightingale sang in berkley square

^EbThat certain nigh^Cmt, the nigh^Gmt we met. ^Eb7 There was magic ab^Abroad in the ^G7air. ^{Cm Abm7} There were angels di^Ebning at^Bbm the ^Eb7Ritz. ^Fm7 And a night^Ebingale sang in ^CmBerkeley^Fm S^Bb7quare. ^{Eb Cm Fm Bb7}

^EbI may be rig^Cmht, I m^Gmay be wr^Eb7ong. But I'm perfe^Abctly willi^G7ng to swear.^{Cm Abm7} That as ^Ebwe kiss^Bbmed and said go^Eb7odnight. ^Fm7 A ni^Ebghtingale sang^Cm in Berke^Fmley ^Bb7 Squa^Ebre. ^D7

The moo^Gn that lingered over London Town. ^{Am7 D7} Bm7 C#° Am7 D7 Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. ^GHow could he know we two were so in love. ^{Am7 D7} Dm7 C° Fm7 Bb7 The whole darned world seemed upside down. ^EbThe streets of town ^Cmwere pathed w^Gmith stars. ^Eb7 It was such^Ab a roman^G7tic affair. ^{Cm Abm7} But as ^Ebwe kiss^Bbmed and said go^Eb7od night. ^Fm7 A ni^Ebghtingale sang^Cm in Berke^Fmley ^Bb7 Squa^Ebre.