Rod Stewart - A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

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.