When Joanna Loved Me

When Joanna loved me

every town was Paris

And every day was Sunday

Every month was May

When Joanna loved me

every sound was music

It was 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 is on Sunday:

And the month is May

And the month is May