A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

Georgie is absolutely right when he says that we share a great love of things, English Georgie was English, He's as American as apple pie like these days I'm American, but I love the English If you don't mind my skipping over a ten-year period when I was married to an English woman But let's not get morose, ladies and gentlemen This is one of the loveliest exports ever to come from across the sea "When true lovers meet in Mayfair" So the legends tell Songbirds sing, winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair Falls beneath the spell I know such enchantment can be 'Cause it happened one evening to me 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, and 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 that 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 when we kissed and said goodnight A nightingale sang in Berkeley Nightingale sang in Berkeley Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square! Beautiful audience, thank you so much