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 declined
On the light, in your eyes when you surrendered
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That loves' young dream never comes true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
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