Vera Lynn - A nightingale sang in berkeley square

^CWhen true l^Amovers m^Emeet in Mayfair, ^{C7 F}so the l^E7egends ^Amtell, S^Cong birds ^Amsing, ^Emwinter turns to s^C7pring. ^Dm7 E^Cvery w^Aminding s^Emtreet in M^C7ayfair f^Falls be^E7neath the ^Amspell, ^Fm7 I ^Cknow s^Amuch enchant^Emment can ^C7be, ^Dm7 ca^Cuse it h^Amappened o^Dmne eve^G7ning to m^Ce.

That c^Certain n^Amight, the n^Emight we ^C7met, there was ^Fmagic ab^E7road in the ^Amair. ^Fm7 There were a^Cngels d^Amining ^Emat the ^C7Ritz,^Dm7 and a n^Cightingale ^Amsang in ^DmBerke^G7ley S^Cquare. ^{Am Dm G7}

^CI may be ^Amright, I ^Emmay be w^C7rong, but I m ^Fperfectly w^E7illing to s^Amwear, ^Fm7 That ^Cwhen you t^Amurned and s^Emmiled at ^C7me, ^Dm7 a n^Cightingale s^Amang in ^DmBerke^G7ley ^CSquare.

The ^Fmoon that lingered over L^B7ondon town, poor p^G#m7uzzled moon, he ^A#wore a f^B7rown, How ^Ecould he k^E7now we two were ^B7so in love, the ^Bm7whole darn w^Aorld seemed u^Ampside ^Dm7down. ^G7

The s^Ctreets of town were ^Empaved with s^C7tars, it was ^Fsuch a r^Fmomantic a^Amffair, ^Fm7 And ^Cas we k^Gmissed and said goodn^C7ight,^Dm7 a ni^Cghtingale ^Amsang in ^DmBerke^G7ley S^Cquare.

Our h^Comeward step was ^Emjust as ^C7light, as the ^Ftap d^Fmancing ^Amfeet of A^Fm7staire, And l^Cike an ^Gmecho, far a^C7way, ^Dm7 a n^Cightingale ^Amsang in ^DmBerke^G7ley S^Cquare.

^CI ^Gmknow cause ^C7I was t^Dm7here; t^Chat n^Amight in ^DmBerke^G7ley S^Gmquare. (Slowing)