A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square - George Shearing, Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen, Louis Stewart

When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell,

Songbirds sing;

winter turns to spring.

Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.

I know such enchantment can be, 'cos it happened one evening to me:

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 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 Berkeley Square

When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue

To interrupt our rendezvous,

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 tap-dancing feet of Astaire

And, like an echo far away,

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

I know 'cos I was there,

That night in Berkeley Square