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 the 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,
a smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
inside a 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 can and hope to last,
may come to me from shadows of the past,
that I remember till the day I die.
She may be the reason I'll survive,
the why and where for I'm alive,
the one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she, she - she!