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.