Frank Sinatra – 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 turned 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 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 Berkley Square.