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,
That's when 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 also be wrong,
I concentrate on you.
I concentrate and I concentrate on you.
And I may be wrong
