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 that we were so in love?
the whole darned 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

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
i know, for i was there
that night in Berkeley Square