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 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.