When Joanna Loved Me

Today is just another day

Tomorrow is a guess

But yesterday

Oh what I'd give for yesterday

To relive one yesterday

And its happiness

When Joanna loved me

Every town was Paris

Every day was Sunday

Every month was May

When Joanna loved me

Every sound was music

Music made of laughter

Laughter that was bright and gay

But when Joanna left me

May became December

But even in December

I remember

Her touch

Her smile

And for a little while

She loves me

And once again its Paris

Paris on a Sunday

And the month is May