|
|
| F | Abdim | | She, may be the face I can’t for | get |
|
| Bb | | A trace of pleasure or re | gret |
|
| F | D7 | | May be my treasure or the | price I have to | pay |
|
| Gm | Bbm6 | | She may be the song that summer | sings |
|
| F | | May be the chill that autumn | brings |
|
| Gm7 | | May be a hundred different | things |
|
| C7 | F | Bb | Gm7 | C | | Within the | measure of a | day. | | | |
|
|
| F | Abdim | | She, may be the beauty or the | beast |
|
| Bb | | May be the famine or the | feast |
|
| F | D7 | | May turn each day into a | heaven or a | hell |
|
| Gm7 | Bbm6 | | She may be the mirror of my | dreams |
|
| F | | A smile reflected in a | stream |
|
| G7 | | She may not be what she may | seem |
|
|
|
|
| F | Abdim | Bb | F | D7 | Gm | Bbm6 | F | Gm | C7 | F | | | | | | | | | | | | |
|
|
| C# | Ab | | She who always seems so happy in a | crowd |
|
| F# | | Whose eyes can be so private and so | proud |
|
| F | | No one’s allowed to see them when they | cry |
|
| Bbm | Eb | Ab | | She may be the | love that cannot hope to | last |
|
| F | G7 | | May come to | me from shadows of the | past |
|
| C | C7 | | That I’ll remember till the day I | die | |
|
|
| F | Abdim | | She, may be the reason I sur | vive |
|
| Bb | | The why and wherefore I’m a | live |
|
| F | D7 | | The one I’ll care for through the | rough and ready | years |
|
| Gm | Bbm6 | | Me I’ll take her laughter and her | tears |
|
| F | | And make them all my sou | venirs |
|
| G7 | | For where she goes I’ve got to | be |
|
| C7 | | The meaning of my | life is |
|
| Bb | F | Gm7 | C7 | F | | She, | she, | | oh | she |
|
|
Home
