I Concentrate on You

　　I Concentrate on You - Frank Sinatra

　　Whenever skies look gray to me

　　And trouble begins to brew

　　Whenever the winter winds they get too strong

　　I concentrate on you

　　When fortune cries

　　Nay nay to me

　　And people declare that you're through

　　Whenever the blues become my only song

　　I concentrate on you

　　On your smile so sweet and so tender

　　When at first my kiss you do decline

　　On the light in your eyes when you surrender

　　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

　　I concentrate on you