WALKING IN THE FOG


Walking in the fog, alone and blue,
I touched someone's arm, and it was you.
In the mist your face was glad and gay.
I was swept away.
I knew I had to make you stay, dear.

Walking in the fog, we shared our dreams.
Funny, how those dreams became our schemes.
Then, before we knew, the sun came shining through,
And I came out of a fog, with you.