Whenever skies look gray to me and troubles begin to brew

Whenever the winter wind become to strong I concentrate on you

When fortune cries ney ney 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 declined

On the Light in your eyes when I surrender and once again our arms intertwine

And so when wisemen say to me that Love's young dream never comes true

To prove that even wisemen can be wrong I concentrate on you

Your smile so sweet so tender

When at first your kiss I declined

On the light in your eyes when I surrender and once again our arms intertwine

And so when wisemen say to me that Love's Young dream never comes true

To prove that even Wisemen can be wrong I concentrate on you

On you... I concentrate on you...