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 through
Whenever the blues becomes 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 inter-twine
And so when wise men say to me
That loves young dream never comes true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you