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