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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 “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.
This heart of mine beat loud and fast,
Like a merry-go-round at the fair.
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendezvous,
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 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.