A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
Eric Maschwitz/Manning Sherwin

By chance I was lucky enough to record the song
sung by Nat King Cole ... as smooth as silk.

Some years ago at Xmas-time I had strolled across the park
and sat on a bench ... dreaming of hearing a nightingale ...
while looking up at the 5-storey Plane trees shorn of leaves ...
the massive white limbs reaching up to the sky ...
but nothing ... pulled my scarf more tightly about my ears.

But just in case you chaps get a chance to sit on that park bench, here are the lyrics to the song ... wish I could see it in Spring.

“When true lovers meet in Mayfair
So the legends tell,
Song-birds sing winter turns to spring
Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell,
I know such enchantment can be
Cause it happened one evening to me

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 romantic affair
And we kissed and said “goodnight”
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

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.

When dawn came stealing up,And 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
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

I know ‘cause I was there
That night in Berkeley square”

And the moral of the story has nothing to do
with the price of cheese.