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'll 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
But when Joanna
Left me
May became
December
But even in December
I'll 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