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