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 dream

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who's always happy in a crowd

Whose eyes are private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them cry

She may be the love that cannot hope will last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I remember 'til the day I die

She may be the reason I survive

The why and wherefor I'm alive

The one I'd care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'd take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

Where she goes I've gotta be

The meaning of my life is she

She

She

Oh-oh-oh, oh, she