Whenever the winter winds become too strong
When fortune cries, "Nay, nay," to me
That love's young dream never comes true
And once again our arms intertwine
On your smile so sweet so tender
And people declare you're through
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And so when wise men say to me
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
When at first my kiss you decline
Whenever the blues become my only song
I concentrate on you