Lyrics:

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.

songwriters
Maschwitz, Eric Sherwin, Manning