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 my kiss you decline

On that look 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 wise men can be wrong

I concentrate on you.