Vera Lynn - A nightingale sang in berkeley square

^Amaj7When true lovers ^Bm7meet in Mayfair, ^C#m7so the ^Bm7legends t^Amaj7ell, ^Bm7Song birds ^Amaj7sing, ^Bm7winter ^E6turns to s^Amaj7pring. ^Dm7 E^Amaj7very winding s^Bm7treet in Mayfair ^C#m7falls b^Bm7eneath the s^Amaj7pell, I^Bm7 know such enchantment can^Ebdim be, cause^B7 it happened one evening^E to^Eaug me.

That c^Aertain n^F#m7ight, the ^C#m7night we m^A7et, there was ^Dmagic ab^Gdimroad in the ^F#m7air. There were a^C#m7ngels d^Bm7ining a^At the ^C#m7Ritz, and a ^Anightingale ^F#m7sang in ^Bm7Berkel^Eey S^Aquare.^{A F#m7 Bm7 E}

I ^Amay be r^F#m7ight, I ^C#m7may be ^A7wrong, but I m p^Derfectly^Gdim willing to ^F#m7swear, That wh^C#m7en you ^Bm7turned ^Aand sm^C#m7iled at me, a ^Anightingale ^F#m7sang in ^Bm7Berkel^Eey ^ASquare^A. ^{F#m7 Bm7 G#7}

^C#The moon that li^A#m7ngered over ^Fm7London t^A#m7own, poor p^Cm7uzzled m^Fm7oon, he w^A#m7ore a fr^G#7own, ^C#How could he kno^A#m7w we two wer^Fm7e so in ^A#m7 love, the ^Cm7whole darn ^Fm7world seemed u^Bmpside ^Edown.

The st^Areets of^F#m7 town were p^C#m7aved with ^A7stars, it was s^Duch a ro^Gdimmantic affai^F#m7r, And ^C#m7as we k^Bm7issed and s^Aaid good^C#m7night, a ^Anightingale ^F#m7sang in ^Bm7Berkel^Eey ^ASquare.^{F#m7 Bm7 G#7}

Our h^Aomeward ^F#m7step was j^C#m7ust as ^A7light, as the t^Dap dancing f^Gdimeet of As^F#m7taire, And l^C#m7ike an ^Bm7echo, ^Afar a^C#m7way, a ^Anightingale ^F#m7sang in ^Bm7Berkel^Eey S^Aquare. ^{F#m7 Bm7 G#7}

^Bm7I know cause ^EI was t^Ahe^F#m7re; (Slo^Bm7wing) that night in ^E7Berkeley ^ASquare.