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 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 love's young dream never comes true 

To prove that even the wise men can be wrong 

I concentrate on youThanks to thudord@yahoo.com