I Concentrate On You - Oscar Peterson (奥斯卡·彼得森)

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 kiss you deny

On the love in your eyes

When you surrender

And once again our arms entertwine

And so when wise men say to me

That loves young dreams never come true

To prove that even wise men can be wrong

I concentrate on you.

I concentrate I concentrate on you