Whenever skies look grey 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 my kiss you declined, (your kiss I declined)
On the light in your eyes when you surrender, (I surrender)
And once again our hearts intertwine.
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream [bad word] [bad word] 
To prove that even wise men can be wrong,
I concentrate you.