I Concentrate on You (This Is Chris) - Chris Connor

Whenever skies look grey 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 my only song,

I concentrate on you.

On your smile so sweet, so tender,

When at first your kiss I decline.

On the light in your eyes when I 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.