A Foggy Day
George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
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 its 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
