[00:00.00] 作词 : Eric Maschwitz/Manning Sherwin
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Eric Maschwitz/Manning Sherwin
[00:16.36]That certain night
[00:21.40]The night we met
[00:24.97]There was magic abroad in the air
[00:31.83]There were angels dining at the Ritz
[00:39.77]And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
[00:55.21]I may be right
[01:00.16]I may be wrong
[01:03.88]But I'm perfectly willing to swear
[01:10.72]That when you turned and smiled at me
[01:19.97]A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
[01:35.78]The moon that lingered over London Town
[01:43.72]Poor puzzled moon he wore a frown
[01:52.25]How could he know we two were so in love
[02:00.09]The whole darn world seemed upside down
[02:08.09]The streets of town were paved with stars
[02:16.25]It was such a romantic affair
[02:23.64]And as we kissed and said goodnight
[02:32.84]A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
[03:07.67]When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
[03:15.79]To interrupt our rendezvous
[03:22.74]I still remember how you smiled and said
[03:30.62]Was that a dream
[03:34.44]Or was it true
[03:36.92]Our homeward step was just as light
[03:45.90]As the dancing feet of Astaire
[03:52.22]And like an echo far away
[04:06.47]A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

作词 : Eric Maschwitz/Manning Sherwin
作曲 : Eric Maschwitz/Manning Sherwin
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 he wore 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 as we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendezvous
I still remember how you smiled and said
Was that a dream
Or was it true
Our homeward step was just as light
As the dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square