Whenever skies look gray to me
And troubles begin to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
Whenever fortune cries nay nay to me
And people declare you're true
Whenever my blues become my only song
I concentrate on you
On your smile so sweet and tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you do surrender
And once again our arms entwine
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