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 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 dreams The 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 may be the love that cannot hope to last
Beckons indeed from shadows of the past That I'll remember 'til the day I die
She may be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs
For when she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is she She oh she
