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
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
