เนื้อเพลง She - O.S.T. From Notting Hill

She may be the face
I can't forget
The trace of pleasure
Or regreat
May be my treasure or
The price I have to pay
She may be the song
The summer sings
May be the chill the
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 hea-ven or a hell
She may be the mirror
Of my dreams
The smile reflected
In a stream
She may not be
What she may seem
In..side..her..shell

........Solo.........
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 may be the love
That can not hope to last
Beckons indeed
From shadows of the past
That I'll remember
..'Til..the day..I..die
She may be the reason
I survive
The why and wherefor
I'm alive
The one I'll care for
Through the rough
And ready years
Me I'll take her laughter
And her tears
And make them all
My souvenirs
For when she goes
I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
.She...She.......Oh....
She.....