She – Daniel Boaventura – letras

SheMay be the face I can’t forget.A trace of pleasure or regretMaybe 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 thingsWithin the measure of a day.SheMaybe the beauty or the beast.Maybe the famine or the feast.May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.She may be the mirror of my dreams.A smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shellShe who always seems so happy in a crowd.Whose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one’s allowed to see them when they cry.She maybe the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the past.That I’ll remember till the day I dieSheMaybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I’m aliveThe one I’ll care for through the rough and ready yearsMe I’ll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I’ve got to beThe meaning of my life isSheShe who always seems so happy in a crowd.Whose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one’s allowed to see them when they cry.She maybe the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the past.That I’ll remember till the day I dieSheMaybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I’m aliveThe one I’ll care for through the rough and ready yearsMe I’ll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I’ve got to beThe meaning of my life isShe…