MUSIC: Aznavour CharlesLYRICS: Kretzmer, MShemay be the face I can't forgeta trace of pleasure I regretmay be my treasure or the price I have to payshe may be the song that Solomon singsmay be the chill that autumn bringsmy be a hounded tearful thingswithin the measure of the day.Shemay be the beauty or the beastmay be the famine or the feastmay turn each day into heave or a hellshe may be the mirror of my dreama smile reflected in a streamshe may not be what she may seeminside as shellshe who always seems so happy 'n proudwho's eyes can be so private and so proudno one's allowed to see them when they cryshe may be the love that can and hope to lastmay come to me from shadows of the pastthat I remember till day I dieShemay be the reason I survivethe why and where for I'm alivethe one I'll care for through the rough and rainy yearsme I'll take her laughter and her tearsand make them all my souvenirsfor where she goes I got to bethe meaning of my life isshe, she, she