A Foggy Day

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 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 through foggy London Town The sun was shining everywhere.