Текст песни A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square - Anita O'Day
                                                How 
                                                strange 
                                                it 
                                                was, 
                                                how 
                                                sweet 
                                                and 
                                                strange
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                never 
                                                    a 
                                                dream 
                                                to 
                                                compare
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                that 
                                                hazy 
                                                crazy 
                                                night 
                                                we 
                                                met
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    a 
                                                nightingale 
                                                sang 
                                                in 
                                                Berkeley 
                                                Square
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                hard 
                                                am 
                                                    I 
                                                be 
                                                loud 
                                                and 
                                                fast
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                merry-go-round 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                fair
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                dancing 
                                                cheek 
                                                to 
                                                cheek
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                nightingale 
                                                sang 
                                                in 
                                                Berkeley 
                                                Square
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                dawn 
                                                came 
                                                stealing 
                                                up 
                                                all 
                                                golden 
                                                and 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                enter 
                                                at 
                                                our 
                                                rendezvous
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                remember 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                smile 
                                                and 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Was 
                                                that 
                                                    a 
                                                dream 
                                                or 
                                                was 
                                                it 
                                                true?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                homeward 
                                                step 
                                                was 
                                                just 
                                                as 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                tap 
                                                dancing 
                                                feet 
                                                off 
                                                Astaire
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                like 
                                                an 
                                                echo 
                                                far 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    a 
                                                nightingale 
                                                sang 
                                                in 
                                                Berkeley 
                                                Square
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                dawn 
                                                came 
                                                stealing 
                                                up 
                                                all 
                                                golden 
                                                and 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                enter 
                                                at 
                                                our 
                                                rendezvous
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                remember 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                smiled 
                                                and 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Was 
                                                that 
                                                    a 
                                                dream 
                                                or 
                                                was 
                                                it 
                                                true?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                town 
                                                were 
                                                paved 
                                                with 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                romantic 
                                                affair
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                kissed 
                                                and 
                                                said 
                                                good 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    a 
                                                nightingale 
                                                sang 
                                                in 
                                                Berkeley 
                                                Square
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                'cause 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                night 
                                                in 
                                                Berkeley 
                                                Square
 
                                    
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