A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

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 Berkley Square I may be right, I may be wrong But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turn'd and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkley Square The moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown How could he know that we 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 when we kissed and said goodnight A nightingale sang in Berkley, nightingale sang in Berkley Nightingale sang in Berkley Square --- A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square - Mel Tormé