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.