Oscar Peterson、Fred Astaire - I Concentrate on You

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 become my only song

I concentrate on you



On your smile so sweet, so tender

When at first my kiss you decline

On the light in your eyes whe you 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, I concentrate and concentrate on you