A Foggy Day
I was a stranger in the city,Out of town were the people I knew.I had a feeling of self-pity,What to do? What to do? What to do?The outlook was decidedly blueAnd as I walked all along the streets alone,It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known.
Lucky day, lucky day…
A foggy day in London TownHad me low, had me down.I viewed the morning with such alarm,Sad British Museum had lost its charm.How long, I wondered, would this thing last?But the age of miracles hadn't passed,For suddenly I saw you right thereAnd in foggy London TownThe sun was shining, shining everywhere.
Foggy day in London Town…
I was kind of low,I was kind of down,Cause I had viewed the morning with alarm,Felt 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 right thereAnd in foggy London TownThe sun was shining everywhere,Everywhere, everywhere.
In London Town…