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 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 When dawn came stealing up, all golden blue, To interrupt our rendezvous. How I 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