when two lovers meet in mayfair so the legends tell songbirds sing winter turns to spring every winding street in mayfair falls beneath the spell i know such enchantment can be cause it happened one evening to me 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 turn d 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 darn world seemed upside down the streets of town were paved with stars it was such a romantic affair and when we kissed and said goodnight nightingale sang in berkeley nightingale sang in berkeley nightingale sang in berkeley nightingale sang in berkeley square