a nightingale sang in berkeley square

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 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 good-night

a nightingale sang

a nightingale sang

i know 'cause i was there

that night in berkeley square