Lyrics When Joanna Loved Me - Matt Monro
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.

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