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, […]
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 songs I concentrate on you On your smile, so sweet, so tender When at first […]
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 songs I concentrate on you On your smile, so sweet, so tender When at first […]
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 songs I concentrate on you On your smile, so sweet, so tender When at first […]
Whenever skies look grey to me And trouble begins to brew Whenever the winter winds Begin to blow I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay to me And people declare "you’re through" Whenever the blues becomes my only song I concentrate on you On your smile to sweet so tender When first my […]