She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the children autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast

Maybe 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 maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to leap from shadows in the past

That I remember 'till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive

The why and wherefore kind of life
The one I care for through the rough and ready years


Me, I'll take the laughter and your tears
And make them all my souvenirs
And when she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is
She, she
Oh, she