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 Londontown
  Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
  How could he know that we two 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 as we kissed and said goodnight,
  A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
  
  ~interlude~
  
  When 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 of Fred Astaire,
  And like an echo far away,
  A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.