Lyrics:
Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the winter winds become too strongI concentrate on youWhen fortune cries nay, nay to meAnd people declare you're throughWhenever the blues becomes my only songI concentrate on youOn your smile, so sweet, so tenderWhen at first my kiss you declineAnd I lied in your eyes when you surrenderAnd once again our arms intertwineAnd so when wise men say to meThat loves young dream never comes trueTo prove that even wise men can be wrongI concentrate on you