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 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 may be the love that cannot hope to last
      May come to me from shadows of the past
      That I'll remember till 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 where she goes I've got to be
      The meaning of my life is

      She, she, she