Latest in my series of musical musings, isn't this possibly one of the most beautiful love songs ever written?
Unlike marmite, where you either "love it" or "hate it", this song goes straight to the heart of us all, surely?
She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be 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 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 dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside a 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 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
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore 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
2 comments:
Louise, have a listen to elvis costello,s version !
I do love Elvis Costello, of course. My Uncle introduced his music to me when I was in my mid teens, and I have seen him live in the Phil. I have several of his albums and his version of "My Funny Valentine" is one of my all time favourite songs, as is "A good year for the roses". But for this song, only Charles will do, to be honest.
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