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 Tap Dancing Feet Of Astaire,
And Like An Echo Far Away
A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.