She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure won't be ret Maybe the treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beast Maybe 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 the stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She who always seems so happy and unproud 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 the shadows of the past But I'll remember till the day I die She may be the reason I survive The why and way for why I'm alive The one I 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 make The meaning of my life this year She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from the shadows of the past But I'll remember till the day I die She may be the reason I survive The why and way for why I'm alive The one I 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 make The meaning of my life this year This year The meaning of my life this year