WORDS&MUSIC

She maybe the face I can't forget
I trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my theasure 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

Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
Thr meaning of my life is she she mm