C#She
May be the face I can' t forBbmget
A trace of pleasure I reF#gret
May be my treasure or the C#price I have to Bbpay
D#mShe may be the song that Solomon F#msings
May be the chill that autumn C#brings
May be a hundred tearful D#mthings
Within the G#sus4mesure G# of the C#day F#G#sus4G#
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
AShe
Who always seems so happy to Ecrow
Whose eyes can be so private and so Dproud
No one' s allowed to see them C#when they cry
F#mShe may be the Blove that can and hope to Elast
May come to Ame from shadows of the D#past
That I reD#7member till the day I G#die
C#She
May be the reason I surBbmvive
The why and where for I' m aF#live
The one I' ll care for through the C#rough and rainy Bbyears
D#mF#m Me I' ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souveC#nirs
For where she goes I got to D#mbe
The meaning G#sus4of my G#life is
F# F#m C# F# F#m C# (Do ztracena)
She, she,.....she
Charles Aznavour:
