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 it's Paris
Paris on a Sunday