When [bad word] lovers meet in Mayfair,
So the legends tell,
Song birds sing,
Winter turns to spring,
Ev'ry winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be,
'Cause it happened one ev'ning to me.
 [bad word] 
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 Berk'ley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turn'd and smiled at me,
nightingale sang in Berk'ley 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 kiss'd and said "good-night"
nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

How strange it was , How sweet and strange
There was never a dream [bad word] With that hazy, crazy night we met
When a nightingale sang in Berk'ley 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 Berk'ley Square

When dawn came stealing up all golden blue,
To [bad word] our rendezvous.
I still remember how you smiled and said,
"Was that a dream or was it [bad word] "

Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away,
nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square.

I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berk'ley Square