A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

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 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 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.

 

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.

 

This heart of mine

Beats loud and fast,

Like a merry-go-round in a fair,

For we were dancing cheek to cheek

And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square.

 

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 tap-dancing feet of Astaire

And like and echo far away,

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

 

I know ‘cause I was there,

That night in Berkeley Square.