A Foggy Day
A foggy day,
In London town,
It had me low,
And it had me down
I viewed the morning,
With much alarm,
The British museum,
Had lost it's charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last,
But the age of miracles,
It hadn't past
And suddenly,
I saw you standing right there
And in foggy London town,
The sun was shining everywhere
Writer/s: George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
