Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first your kiss I decline
On the light in your eyes when I 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, I concentrate on you