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 dreary streets
alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I've knownA
foggy day, in London townHad me low, and it had me downI viewed
the morning, with much alarmThe British Museum, it lost its
charmHow long I wondered, could this thing last?But the age of
miracles, it hadn't pastFor suddenly, I saw you standing
right thereAnd in foggy London town, the sun was shining
everywhere