Whenever skies look grey to me And trouble begins to brew Whenever the winter winds Begin to blow I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay to me And people declare "you're through" Whenever the blues becomes my only song I concentrate on you On your smile to sweet so tender When first my kiss you deny On the love in your eyes When you surrender And once again our arms entertwine And so when wise men say to me That loves young dreams never come true To prove that even wise men can be wrong I concentrate on you.