She may be the face I can’t forget The trace of pleasure Or regreat May be my treasure or The price I have to pay She may be the song The summer sings May be the chill the Autumn brings May be a hundred Different things Within the measure of a day She may be the beauty Or the beast May be the famine Or the feast May turn each day Into a hea-ven or a hell She may be the mirror Of my dreams The smile reflected In a stream She may not be What she may seem In..side..her..shell
……..Solo……… 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 may be the love That can not hope to last Beckons indeed From shadows of the past That I’ll remember ..’Til..the day..I..die She may be the reason I survive The why and wherefor 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 when she goes I’ve got to be The meaning of my life is .She…She…….Oh…. She…..
