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,
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 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 "Good-bye,"
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
I know 'cause I was there
That night in Berkeley Square.
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