♫ 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 streets of town were paved with stars, it was such a romantic affair. And as we kissed and said good night a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. I know ‘cause I was there, that night In Berkeley Square. ♫



















