She Lyrics

Compositor: Charles Aznavour

She may be the face I can´t forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or
The price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that 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
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 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 may be 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 may be 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.