She, may be the face i can't forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She, may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill the autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day



She, may be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She, may be the mirror of my dream

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell



She, who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She, may be the love that can not hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I remember til the day I die



She, may be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the ruff and ready years

Me, I'll take a laughter into tears

And make them all my sober years

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is she

She, ooh, she