Matt Monro When Joanna Loved Me song lyrics

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.