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 youre through

Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you


On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender

And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me

That loves young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you