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 song I concentrate on you
On your smile so sweet, so tender When at first my kiss you decline On the light in your eyes whe 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, I concentrate and concentrate on you
