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, wore such 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 That when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square How strange it was, how sweet and strange There was never a dream to compare What that hazy, crazy night we met When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square How this heart of mine beat loud and fast Like a merry-go-round in a fair And we were dancing cheek to cheek When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue To interrupt our rendezvous I still remember when you smiled and said "Was that a dream or was it true?" Our homeward steps were just as light As the dancing feet of Astaire And like an echo far away A nightingale sang in Berkeley That night in Berkeley That night in Berkeley Square