She made me the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regretMaybe my treasure or the price I have to payShe may be the song that summer singsMaybe the chill that autumn bringsMaybe a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a dayShe may be the beauty or the beastMaybe the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a heaven or a hellShe may be the mirror of my dreamA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shellShe may be the song that summer singsAlways seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe may be the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastThat I'll remember till the day I dieShe may be the dreamShe may be the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm aliveThe one I care for through the rough and rainy yearsMe, I'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my lifeMe, I'll take her laughter and her tearsMe, I'll take her laughter and her tears