Текст песни She - Countdown Singers

She may be the face I can't forget The 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 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
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...
Oh, she