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 damned 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 how strange it was how sweet and strange there was never a dream to compare to those hazy crazy nights we met and a nightingale sang in berkeley square ah this heart of mine loud and fast like a merry go round in a fair we would dance cheek to cheek and a nightingale sang in berkeley square the dawn came stealing up all gold and blue to interrupt our rendez vous i still remember how you smiled and said was that a dream or was it true our homeward step was just as light as the dancing feet of astaire and like an echo far away and a nightingale sang in berkeley square and a nightingale sang in berkeley square that night in berkeley square