I Dream of London

London by night is a wonderful sight;
There is magic abroad in the air.
I’m often told that the streets turn into gold
When the moon shines on Circus and Square.

Deep in the dark that envelops the park,
There’s romance in each cigarette glow.
Down by the Thames, lights that sparkle like gems
Seem to wink at each girl and her beau.

Up comes the moon when the city’s asleep,
He’s not alone, for it seems
Somewhere up there stands an angel to keep her watch

While each Londoner dreams.

My love and I saw the sun leave the sky,
Then we kissed in the fast-fading light.
Most people say they love London by day,
But lovers love London by night.

-- London By Night, by Frank Sinatra