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 turn'd 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 kiss'd and said "good night"
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square