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 my kiss, you decline…
On the light in your eyes, when you surrender
And once again , our arms intertwine…
And so when wise men say—to me
That love's young drea never comes true
To prove that even, wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
I concentrate, concentrate…on you