by E. Maschwitz



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



A nightingale sang



I know 'cause I was there



That night in Berkeley Square