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 a 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 might seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Who's 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 not hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember until the day I die
She
May be the reason I 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 ohhhhh she
