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