I Concentrate on You (Fitzgerald Ella)

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 becomes my only song I concentrate on you On your smile, so sweet, so tender When at first your kiss I decline On that look in your eyes When you 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.