paul desmond
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 And the month is May