This beautiful song has been dancing in my head... the poignancy of the lyrics, the progression of the melodic line.... I had to do my own version of it. May 2019
When Joanna Loved Me
words and music by Robert Wells and Jack Segal
1963
bass line, piano accompaniment, and vocal by Jonathan Kelley
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 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.
When Joanna Loved Me
words and music by Robert Wells and Jack Segal
1963
bass line, piano accompaniment, and vocal by Jonathan Kelley
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 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.