Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds
Become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune says "Nay! Nay!" to me
And people declare "You′re through!"
Whenever the blues become my own song
I concentrate on you
On your smile so sweet, so tender
When at first your kiss I decline
On the light in your eyes when I surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
So when wise men say to me
"Love's sweet dream never comes true."
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
And so when wise men say to me
That love′s sweet dream never comes true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
Writer(s): Cole Porter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
