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