A Nightingale Sang In Berleley 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 as we kissed and said goodnight.


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 pathed with stars.


It was such a romantic affair.


But as we kissed and said good night.


A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.