Whenever skies look gray to me And troubles begin to brew Whenever the winter winds become too strong I concentrate on you
When fortune cries 'ney ney' 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 your kiss I declined On the light in your eyes when I surrender Once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men they say to me That love's young dream never comes true To prove that even wise men can be wrong I concentrate on you
~~~♫♫♫ ~~~
And so when wise men, 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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
