Maybe the reason I surviveの歌が含まれ

She

May be the face I can't forget

A trace of pleasure I regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that Solomon sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred tearful things

Within the measure of the day

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into 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, a shell

She

Who always seems so happy to crow

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 can and hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I remember till the day I die

She

Maybe the reason I survive

The why and when for I'm alive

The one I' ll care for through the rough

and rainy years

Me I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I got to be

The meaning of my life is

She, she, …..she

She may be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that 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 dreams

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 maybe the love that cannot hold to last

May come to me from shadows in the past

That I remember '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....

She maybe the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe 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 things

Within the measure of a day

She maybe the beauty or the beast

Maybe the phantom or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She maybe the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in her proud

Who's eyes can be so prouder than so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She maybe the love that cannot hold to last

May comes a need from shadows of the past

That I remember till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive

The Why and when for I'm alive

The one I care for through the rough in many 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...She...