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
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
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 love's
Young dream
Never comes true
To prove that
Even wise men
Can be wrong
I concentrate on you