Glenn Miller and His Orchestra — 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 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 uptown were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodnight A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square When like an echo far away A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square