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 But as I walked through the foggy streets alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known   DΔA foggy FØday B7in Em7London A7town   DHad me BØlow and E7had me Em7down A7   DΔI viewed the Am7morningD7 GΔwith much aGm6larm   DΔThe British muF#m7seumB7 had Em7lost its A7charm   DΔHow long, I FØwonB7dered, Em7could this thing A7last?   DBut the age of BØmiracles E7hadn't Em7passedA7   Am7For, suddenD7ly, I GΔsaw you C7there   DAnd through Em7foggy F#m7London Gm6town   the F#m7sun was Em7shining Em7upA7side-Ddown!