I Concentrate On You

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 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.