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