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 brings
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 she...ll
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
Oh where she goes
I've got to be
the meaning of my life
is she, she.....
oh she....