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,
Oh puzzled moon,
He wore a frown,
How could he know we to 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 Berkely Square.
And like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square.
I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berkley Square.
