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 rendez-vous,

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.