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 dream A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside a shell She who's always happy in a crowd Whose eyes are private and so proud No one's allowed to see them 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 one wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough and gritty years Me, I take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs Where she goes, I've gotta be The meaning of my life is she She She Oh, she