I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew.
I had that feeling of self pity
What to do, what to do, what to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
but as I walked through
The foggy streets alone,
It turned out to be
The luckiest day I've known.
A foggy day
In London Town,
Had me low
And had me down.
I viewed the morning
With much alarm
The British Museum
Had lost its charm.
How long, I wondered,
Could this thing last?
But the age of miracles
Hadn't passed,
For, suddenly,
I saw you there
And in foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.