1. [C]She, may be the face I can’t [A]forget
The trace of pleasure or re-[F]gret
May be my treasure or the [C]price I have to [A]pay
[Dm]She, may be the song that summer [Fm]sings
May be the chill that autumn [C]brings
May be a hundred different [F]things
Within the mea-[G]sure of a [C]day
2. [C]She, may be the beauty or [A]the beast
May be the famine or the [F]feast
May turn each day into a [C]heaven or a [A]hell
[Dm]She may be the mirror of my [Fm]dreams
The smile reflected in a [C]stream
She may not be what she may [F]seem
Inside [G]her ]C]shell [F][C]
Chorus: [Ab]She who always seems so happy in a [Eb]crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so [Db]proud
No one’s allowed to see them [C]when they cry
[Fm]She may be the [Bb]love that cannot [Eb]hope to last
May come to [C]me from shadows of the [D]past
That I’ll remember till the day I [G]die
3. [C]She, may be the reason I [A]survive
The why and wherefore I’m [F]alive
The one I’ll care for through the[C]rough in ready [A]years
[Dm]Me I’ll take her laughter and her [Fm]tears
And make them all my sou-[C]venirs
For where she goes I’ve got to [D]be
The meaning [G]of my life is
* [F]She … [C]she, [Fm][G]oh [C]she
