Whenever skies look gray to me
and trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds
become too strong
I concentrate on you
Whenever fortune says Nay, nay to me
And people declare I'm through
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When first my kiss you decline
On our hearts that get when we surrender
And once again our hearts intertwine
And so when wise men said to me
Young lovers' dreams never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When first my kiss you decline
On our hearts that get when we surrender
And once again our hearts intertwine
And so when wise men said to me
Young lovers' dreams never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you

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