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 songs
  I concentrate on you
  
  On your smile, so sweet, so tender
  When at first my kiss you do 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 dream never comes true
  To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
  I concentrate on you