The night we met, Ψ anatani atta Ψ 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 oor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. How could he know that 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.