Oscar Peterson - I Concentrate On You

Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the Winter winds become too strongI concentrate on you.When fortune cries "Nay Nay" to meAnd people declare "You're through"Whenever the blues become my only songI concentrate on you.On your smile so sweet so tenderWhen at first your kiss I decline.On the light in your eyes when I surrenderAnd once again our arms intertwineAnd so when wise men say to meThat love's young dream never comes trueTo prove that even wise men can be wrongI concentrate on you.