Many, many times I had heard the song,
During my many, many years.
I sang the chorus with the tune I knew,
Heard by someone through their tears.
I heard it in the winter time,
And in the summer too,
And the only, only words that came to my mind,
Was to sing of the foggy, foggy dew.
Many times over many years,
I knew the tune so well,
And would hum it all day long,
Until the night time fell.
The words they had evaded me ,
Until this day came true,
When I listened to these so sad, sad words,
That had kept me from the foggy, foggy dew.
Again I heard them fill my soul with sorrow most sad,
Those words that mean much to me,
And every time I hear that so very mournful song,
It reminds me of what words can be.
Those words that tell of the wintertime,
And of the summer too,
And of the many, many times that the song was heard by me,
To remind me of the foggy, foggy dew.