She may be the face I can`t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the prize 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....