[00:01.06]艺术家：Bobby Darin
[00:04.79]歌曲名：A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
[00:10.45]编辑者：pyy
[02:57.12][02:23.13][00:53.63][00:34.76][00:12.21]
[00:16.23]That certain night, the night we met
[00:20.20]There was magic abroad in the air
[00:23.98]There were angels dining at the Ritz
[00:28.27]And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
[00:36.33]I may be right, I may be wrong
[00:40.61]But I'm perfectly willing to swear
[00:44.16]That when you turned and smiled at me
[02:40.48][02:36.34][00:48.89]A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
[00:57.43]The moon that lingered over London town
[01:01.67]Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
[01:05.58]How could he know we two were so in love
[01:09.41]The whole darned world seemed upside down
[01:13.04]The streets of town were paved with stars
[01:17.39]It was such a romantic affair
[01:21.26]And as we kissed and said good-night
[01:26.33]A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
[02:08.48]When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
[02:11.70]To interrupt our rendezvous,
[02:15.67]I still remember how you smiled and said,
[02:19.98]"Was that a dream or was it true?"
[02:24.00]Our homeward step was just as light
[02:27.75]As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
[02:30.99]And, like an echo far away,
[02:44.73]That night in Berkeley Square.

艺术家：Bobby Darin
歌曲名：A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
编辑者：pyy
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 darned world seemed upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said good-night
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 tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And, like an echo far away,
That night in Berkeley Square.