Whenever skies look grey to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds
Become too strong
I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare "you're through"
Whenever the blues become my only song
I concentrate on you On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first, your kiss I decline
On the love in your eyes when I surrender
And once again, our arms intertwine And so, when wise men say to me
That love's young dreams never come true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
