| C# | Bbm | |
| She may be the face I can't fo | rget |
| F# | |
| The trace of pleasure or re | gret |
| C# | A# | |
| Maybe my treasure or the pr | ice I have to pa | y |
| Dm# | Fm# | |
| She may be the song that summer sin | gs |
| C# | |
| May be the chill that autumn br | ings |
| F#/g# |
| May be a hundred different things |
| G# | C# | F# | G# | |
| Within the mea | sure of a da | y |
| 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 dreams |
| A smile reflected in a stream |
| She may not be what she may seem |
| Inside her shell.... |
| Brigde: C C/a F C A Dm Fm C F G C C7 |
| A | E | |
| S | he, who always seems so happy in a | crowd |
| D | |
| Whose eyes can be so private and so pr | oud |
| C# | |
| No one's allowed to see them wh | en they cry |
| Fm# | B | E | |
| She maybe the lov | e that cannot ho | pe to last |
| C# | E | |
| May come to | me from shadows in the pa | st |
| E | G# | |
| That I rem | ember 'till the day I | die |
| She maybe the reason I survive |
| The why and wherefore I'm alive |
| The one I care for through the rough and ready years |
| Me, I'll take the 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.... |
| If you have some good or bad to say, |
| then mail me at andreas.jam@newmail.dk |
| Enjoy!!! |