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....