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 Berkley Square I
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 berkley square
When two lovers meet in Mayfair So the legends tell Songbirds sing Winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair Falls beneath the spell I know
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 saw a Berkley woman Sittin' in her rockin' chair A dulcimer in her lap A feather in her hair Her breasts swayed freely With the rhythm of the rockin
The leaves of brown came fallin' through you Berkeley Mews, I first met you I staggered through your chilly dinin' room Berkeley Mews, I first met you
That certain night the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were Angels dining at the Ritz And the nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
That certain night, the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angel's dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
I guess sometimes I'm lucky when I go, for whole days at a time without = thinking about you, and ask myself why, but then I find I'm traveling, = traveling
Lay me down in a hearseback, it's where my new best look is at. If I slit a purse or two then I can't curse if my cake is cooked and minor veins are mapped
By 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
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
The leaves of brown came falling through you, Berkeley Mews, I first met you, I staggered through your chilly dining room, Berkeley Mews, I first met
A woman liked by all who ever knew her A hedonist who lived life for the day She fed her soul on feasting and with riches And feared the day that she
Lyrics by Eric Maschwitz, music by Manning Sherwin When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell, Songbirds sing; winter turns to spring. Every
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