Текст песни She

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 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 may be the mirror of my dreams. 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, she