A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square

歌曲 A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
歌手 Rod Stewart
专辑 Stardust...The Great American Songbook III

歌词

作词 : Maschwitz, Sherwin
ti:A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square]
Nat King Cole
Uploaded by Kenny Lee
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 Londontown
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know that 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
/*Interlude*/
When dawn came stealing up, all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendez-vous
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 dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

拼音

zuò cí : Maschwitz, Sherwin
ti: A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square
Nat King Cole
Uploaded by Kenny Lee
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 Londontown
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know that 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
Interlude
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 dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square