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 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 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 Berkley 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 beat 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 dancing feet of Astaire

And like an echo far away

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square