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.