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.