Ella Fitzgerald - I Concentrate on You

Whenever skies look gray 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 becomes my only song

I concentrate on you.

On your smile, so sweet, so tender...

When at first your kiss I decline

On the light in your eyes

When I surrender

And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me

That love’s young dream never comes true

To prove that even wise men can be wrong

I concentrate on you.