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.
|
|
-----------------
|
A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
|
| Rod Stewart |
