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 that 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 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 cannot hope to last 

May come to me from shadows of the past 

That I'll remember till 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 rough and ready years 

Me I'll take her 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, she