She

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 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

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

May turn each day into a
Heaven or a hell