Written by Eric Maschwitz/Manning Sherwin



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 Berekeley 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 staeling 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.