When Joanna Loved Me
Paul Desmond Lyrics


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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 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

Overall Meaning

Paul Desmond's song "When Joanna Loved Me" is a melancholic tale of a man yearning to relive the days of his past when he was in love with a woman named Joanna. The songs' opening lines communicate a sense of disillusionment with the present as it seems mundane and predictable. He longs for the past and would give anything to relive a single yesterday and the happiness that came with it.


The following lines paint a vivid picture of how things used to be when Joanna was in his life. The line "Every town was Paris" suggests that every place he visited with Joanna felt romantic and exciting. Similarly, "Every day was Sunday" implies that he was happy and carefree when they were together. "Every month was May" creates a dreamy sense of springtime happiness that was constant when Joanna was around.


The song takes on a darker tone when the singer remembers the fact that Joanna is no longer in his life. He speaks about how everything has changed and how "May became December." However, the memory of Joanna's touch and smile keeps him going, and for a little while, he feels as if he is back in the time when she loved him.


Paul Desmond was known for his signature husky, breathy tone on the alto sax. The song was released in 1963 and became a hit among many jazz enthusiasts. The song has been covered by several notable artists such as Tony Bennett, Dean Martin, and Michael Bublé.


Line by Line Meaning

Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess
Today is a typical day, not special or memorable. The future is unknown and uncertain.


But yesterday, oh, what I'd give for yesterday
Yesterday was an exceptional day, full of happiness and memories. The singer wishes they could relive it.


To relive one yesterday and its happiness
The singer longs to experience once more the happiness they felt during a past day, to relive it fully.


When Joanna loved me
During the period when Joanna was in love with the artist


Every town was Paris
The artist felt like every place they went was as romantic and beautiful as the city of Paris.


Every day was Sunday
Life felt like a relaxing, enjoyable weekend day every day, without stress or worries.


Every month was May
The singer felt like they were living in a month full of springtime and beauty all year long.


Every sound was music
The artist found beauty in every sound around them, like everything was a part of a musical symphony.


Music made of laughter
The joy and mirth from others around the artist sounded like a beautiful, joyous melody.


Laughter that was bright and gay
Everyone's merriment and light-heartedness added to the artist's own happiness, like rays of sunshine.


But when Joanna left me
After Joanna stopped loving the singer


May became December
The world around the artist became dark, cold, and dreary.


But, even in December, I remember
Despite the bleakness and sadness of their current situation, the singer remembers the happiness of the past.


Her touch, her smile, and for a little while
Memories of Joanna's physical presence and positivity help the singer feel better for a brief moment.


She loves me
At some point, Joanna loved the singer


And once again it's Paris
The artist feels as if they're back in the romantic city of Paris, full of splendor and beauty.


Paris on a Sunday
Life feels laid-back, indulgent, and tranquil as if it's always the weekend.


And the month is May
The beauty and joy of springtime have returned, no matter what time of year it actually is.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROBERT WELLS, JACK SEGAL

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Comments from YouTube:

@kjellsiimon7097

Who ever invented jazz should be given the Nobel prize. Can't be much better than this tune.

@sjpatrik2

ever listened to chet baker? Another good jazz musician

@lisasimpson6162

Buddy Bolden is probably the closest name we have as a single 'Originator' of jazz as done in the New Orleans traditional style

@bigjake4253

Why is this music only appreciated by few? This brings beauty to the ears, and to life

@fawltytenor

Jim and Paul together is pure magic.

@tensorific

Soothes the soul on a fundamental level.

@andrewkendle3251

Very fortunate to hear Paul and the Brubeck Quartet at The University of Tampa in 1961. What a concert. Packed and as lively as a rock concert of later years. This is absolutely beautiful.

@sjpatrik2

how old are you?

@chrishollandsworth6700

Thats very impressive- I'm jealous

@jamesmcdunn2628

Paul Desmond is a huge inspiration for me and probably many others.

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