Chorus 1: 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, 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 Berkeley Square.

Chorus 2: 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 tap dancing feet of Astaire.
And like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

Coda: I know ’cause I was there that night in Berkeley Square.