A Foggy Day
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
And as I walked through the dreary streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known
A foggy day in London town
Had me low and it had me down
I viewed the morning with much 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 standing there
And in foggy London town
The sun was shining everywhere
A foggy day in London town
Had me low and it had me down
I viewed the morning with much 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 standing there
And in foggy London town
The sun was shining everywhere
A foggy day in London town
Had me low and it had me down
I viewed the morning with much alarm
Say, 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 standing there
And in foggy London town
The sun was shining everywhere
Writer/s: George Gershwin / Ira Gershwin
