She maybe the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She maybe the song that summer sings Maybe the chill the autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within 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 Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She maybe 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 maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll 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 be The meaning of my life is She She umm...