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