A Foggy Day

I was a stranger in the cityOut of town were the people I knewI had that feeling of self-pityWhat to do? What to do? What to do?The outlook was decidedly blueBut as I walked through the foggy streets aloneIt turned out to be the luckiest day I've knownA foggy day in London TownHad me low, had me downI viewed the morning with alarmThe British Museum had lost its charmHow long, I wondered, could this thing last?But the age of miracles hadn't passedFor suddenly I saw you thereAnd through foggy London TownThe sun was shining everywhere