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Whenever skies look gray to me |
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And trouble begins to brew |
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Whenever the winter winds become too strong |
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I concentrate on you |
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When fortune cries, "Nay, nay," to me |
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And people declare you're through |
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Whenever the blues become my only song |
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I concentrate on you |
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On your smile so sweet so tender |
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When at first my kiss you decline |
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On the light in your eyes when you surrender |
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And once again our arms intertwine |
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And so when wise men say to me |
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That love's young dream never comes true |
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To prove that even wise men can be wrong |
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I concentrate on you, I concentrate and concentrate on you |
