That certain night, the night we met,  
There was magic abroad in the air.  
There were angels dining at the ritz,  
And 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,  
nightingale sang in berkeley square.  
 
 
The moon that lingered over londontown  
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 as we kissed and said goodnight,  

nightingale sang in berkeley square.  

When down came stealing up, all gold and blue
To [bad word] our randezvous
I still remember how you smiled and said
"Was that a dream? Or was that [bad word] "

Our homeward step was just as light
As the dancing a feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
nightingale sang in a Berkeley Square