When two lovers meet in Mayfair,
so the legends tell,
Songbirds 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 Berke
ley Square.
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly will
ing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berke
ley 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 'goodnight',
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 Berke
ley Square
I know ''cause I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.