She maybe the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay She maybe the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Maybe the measure of a day
She maybe the beauty or the beast Maybe the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She maybe the mirror of my dream A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may 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 maybe the love that cannot last May come from shadows of the past That I remember until the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough Me, I 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