She may be the face I can't forget
The 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 chilly autumn breeze
May be a hundred different things within the measure of her 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
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
She will always seem so happy in a cloud
Whose eyes can be so prouder than so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to 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 where for how'm alive
The one I've cared for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
Or where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
Ohh she