A foggy day (in london town) de Fred Astaire & Judy Garland

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
Chorus
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.