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 a measure of a day .She maybe the mirror of my dream Maybe the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven Or a hell She meaybe 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 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 rainy 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 mm