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 ev'rywhere.
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