A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

That certain night, the night we met,<br>There was magic abroad in the air.<br>There were angels dining at the Ritz,<br>And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.<br><br>I may be right, I may be wrong,<br>But I`m perfectly willing to swear<br>That when you turned and smiled at me,<br>A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.<br><br>The moon that lingered over Londontown<br>Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.<br>How could he know that we two were so in love?<br>The whole darn world seemed upside down.<br><br>The streets of town were paved with stars,<br>It was such a romantic affair.<br>And as we kissed and said goodnight,<br>A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.<br><br>When dawn came stealing up, all gold and blue<br>To interrupt our rendez-vous,<br>I still remember how you smiled and said,<br>"Was that a dream? Or was it true?"<br><br>Our homeward step was just as light<br>As the dancing of Fred Astaire,<br>And like an echo far away<br>A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square