Usual disclaimers apply: I don't own 'Hogan's Heroes' and am only borrowing them for fun, not profit.
Nightingale Sang In Berkley Square
(as performed by Richard Dawson)
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 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 Berkley Square.
The moon lingered over London town,
Poor puzzled moon, 'e wore a frown.
How could 'e know we two were so in love,
When 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 we said good bye,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square.
This is my very first attempt at a 'songfic'. The inspiration for it comes from Hogan's Heroes Sing The Best Of World War II, the album Robert Clary, Richard Dawson, Ivan Dixon and Larry Hovis got together and recorded on the Liberty Records label. I was lucky enough to get a nearly mint-condition copy of it off eBay, and I highly recommend it to any Hogan's Heroes fan.
Richard Dawson performs 'Nightingale Sang In Berkley Square', though it's spoken rather than sung, and his wonderful accent turns 'Berkley' into 'Barclay'. Larry Hovis joins him for a brief in-character 'conversation' at the beginning and end of the song, which also found its way into this story.