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, 'cos 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 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 Berkeley Square

I know 'cos I was there
That night in Berkeley Square