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.
[00:00.15]When Joanna loved me, [00:09.11]every town was Paris; [00:15.74]And every day was Sunday, [00:24.30]Every month was May. [00:28.34] [00:31.59]When Joanna loved me, [00:38.58]every sound was music; [00:46.31]It was music made of laughter [00:54.67]Laughter that was bright and gay. [01:01.40] [01:02.51]But when Joanna left me, [01:09.11]May became December. [01:17.28]But even in December, I remember; [01:26.17]Her touch, her smile [01:30.53]And for a little while; [01:33.75]She loves me! [01:39.38]And once again, it's Paris: [01:48.01]Paris is on Sunday: [01:57.98]And the month is May. [02:02.72] [02:05.50]And the month is May. [02:14.16]
