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 my kiss you declined . .

On the light in your eyes, when you surrender

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!

I concentrate, I concentrate

On you!

Words and Music by Cole Porter