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.