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're through!»,
Whenever the blues become 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 intertwine;
And 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.