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Yesterday was Mom's 90th birthday, and since she’d talked for several years about her plan to go to Berkeley Square in London with friends on her 90th birthday and sing “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square,” Jonathan printed out a picture of Berkeley Square (above), and we took it to Pleasant Hill, where he, Kathy, and I sang it for (and we hope with) Mom while sipping champagne in her honor and before lighting the candle on a cupcake and making a wish!
Yesterday was Mom's 90th birthday, and since she’d talked for several years about her plan to go to Berkeley Square in London with friends on her 90th birthday and sing “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square,” Jonathan printed out a picture of Berkeley Square (above), and we took it to Pleasant Hill, where he, Kathy, and I sang it for (and we hope with) Mom while sipping champagne in her honor and before lighting the candle on a cupcake and making a wish!
I'd never heard the song sung by anyone but Mom, who played it on the piano, but now I see that all the major artists have recorded it: Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, even Ron Stewart! Apparently Petulia Clark sang it at a major event commemorating World War II. I wonder what Mom's special attachment to the song was. Maybe a love of London? I love that image of "angels dining at the Ritz." How elitist!
And what's this about a puzzled moon wearing a frown? Anyway, with lots of love for Mom, I'm letting you see the words.
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 Londontown
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
How could he know that 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.
~interlude~
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 of Fr-ed Astaire,
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
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 Londontown
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
How could he know that 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.
~interlude~
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 of Fr-ed Astaire,
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
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