When true lovers meet in Mayfair So the legends tell, Song-birds sing winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell, I know such enchantment can be 'Cause it happened one evening to me 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 darn world seemed upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars It was such romantic affair And 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 With that hazy, crazy night we met When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. When dawn came stealing up, And gold, and blue, to interupt our rendezvous I still remember how you smiled and said "Was that a dream or was it true?" Our homeword step was just as light As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire And like an echo far away A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. I know 'cause I was there That night in Berkeley square