She maybe the face i can't forget A trace of pleasure of regret May be my treasure or the price i have to pay She may be the summer sings May be the chill autumn brings May be a hundred different things Whitin the measure of the day She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famime or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dream A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seen Inside her shell She who always seem so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed tp see then when they cry She may be the love that can't hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That i remember till the day i die She may be the reason i survive The way 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 then all my souvenirs For where she goes i've got to be The meaning of my life is She