She may be the face I can't forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song the 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 dreams

A smile reflected in the 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 cannot hope to last

That comes to me from shadows in the past

And I'll remember 'till the day I die



She maybe the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I care for through the rough and ready years



Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

She

She

Oh, she....