Writer(s): Cole Porter
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 ,y only song, I concentrate on you.
On your smile so sweet, so tender, when at first my kiss you decline.
On the light 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.