Whenever skies look grey 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 declined, (your kiss I declined)
On the light in your eyes when you surrender, (I surrender)
And once again our hearts 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 you
Words & music: Cole Porter
Copyright: 1939
Source: CD D 207203-1 The Mercury Songbook
"100 Jazz Vocal Classics" disk #1
Transcribed: Dilly