text: 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 Youre 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 loves young dream never comes true
  To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
  I concentrate on you