Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds [bad word] too strong
I concentrate on you

When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues [bad word] 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 I surrender
And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men they say to me
That loves young dream [bad word] [bad word] 
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you

And so when wise men, wise men say to me
That loves young dream [bad word] [bad word] 
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you