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 becomes my only song i concentrate on you on your smile so sweet so tender when at first your kiss i decline on that look 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 wise men can be wrong i concentrate on you