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 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 On your smile, so sweet, so tender When at first, my kiss, you 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 ones can be wrong I concentrate on you I concentrate on you