When true lovers meet in Mayfair, So the legends tell, Long birds sing, winter turns to spring, Every winding street in Mayfair, Falls beneath the spell. I know such enchantment can't be, Cause it happened one evening to me, That certain night, the night we met, There was magical fraud in the air, There were angels dining at the Ritz, And a nightingale sang in Barclays Square. I may be white, I may be bald, But I'm perfectly willing to swear, That when you turn and smile at me, A nightingale sang in Barclays Square. The moon that lingered over London Tower, Oh, puzzled moon, he wore a frown, How could he know we two were so in love? The whole darned world seemed upside down, The streets of Tottenham were paved with stars, It was such a romantic affair. But as we kissed and said goodnight, A nightingale sang in Barclays Square. Our homeward step was just as light, As the tap-dancing feet of a stair, And like an echo far away, A nightingale sang in Barclays Square. I know cause I was there, That night in Barclays Square.