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.