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!