She May be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure I regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that Solomon sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred tearful 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 heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dream A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem inside, a shell
She Who always seems so happy to crow 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 Maybe the reason I survive The why and when 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 got to be The meaning of my life is She, she, .....she
