Whenever skies look grey 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 decare "You're through!", Whenever the blues become my only 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;
And so, when wise men say to me That love's young dream never comes true, To prove that even wise men can be wrong, I concentrate on you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.