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 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.