p. 2 She
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 re-member till the day I die
She may be the reason I sur-vive, the why and wherefore I'm a-live
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 souve-nirs
For where she goes I've got to be, the meaning of my life is she.
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souve-nirs
For where she goes I've got to be, the meaning of my life is she.