When Joanna Loved Me - Frank Sinatra

Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess

But yesterday, what I’d give for yesterday

To relive one yesterday and its happiness

When Joanna loved me

Every town was Paris

Paris on a Sunday

And the month was May

When Joanna loved me

Every sound was music

Music made of laughter

Laughter that was bright, bright and gay

But when Joanna left me

May became December

But, even in December, I remember

Her touch, her smile, and in a little while she loves me

Once again it’s Paris

Paris on a Sunday

And the month is May