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