A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley 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 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 darned world, seemed upside down!

The streets of town, were paved with stars,

It was such a romantic affair!

And as we kissed and said good-night,

a nightingale sang,

in Berkeley Square...

And like an echo far away,

a nightingale sang,

in Berkeley Square...