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!