A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

That certain night, the night we met

There was magic abroad in the air

There were angels dinin’ at the Ritz

And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

I may be right, 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 London town

Poor, puzzled moon, he wore a frown

How could he know we two were so in love

The whole darn world seemed upside-down.

The streets uptown were paved with stars

It was such a romantic affair

And as we kissed, and said good night

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

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.

Ah, this heart of mine, it beat loud and fast

Like a merry-go-round in a fair

For we were dancin’ cheek to cheek

And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

When dawn came stealin’ 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 dancin’ feet of Astaire

And just like an echo far away

A nightingale sang in Berkeley..

A nightingale sang in Berkeley..

That night in Berkeley Square.