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 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'll love me Once again it's Paris Paris on a Sunday And the month is MayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
