Tekst: Eric Maschwitz / Muziek: Manning Sherwin
(1943)
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 Londontown
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 rendez-vous
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 dancing of Fred Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square