Charles Aznavour - She

^CShe may be the face I can't^Cdim forget A trace of pleasure or regr^Fet May be my tre^G7asure or the p^Crice I have to p^A7ay Sh^Dme may be the song that summer sin^Fm6gs May be the chill that autumn br^Cings May be a hun^A7dred different t^Dm7hings Within the m^G7easure of a d^Cay

S^Che may be the beauty or the ^Cdimbeast May be the famine or the fe^Fast May turn each d^G7ay into a h^Ceaven or a h^A7ell S^Dmhe may be the mirror of my dr^Fm6eam A smile reflected in a strea^Cm She may not ^A7be what she may s^Dm7eem Insi^Fm6de h^G7er s^Chell

Sh^Abe who always seems so happy in a ^Ebcrowd Whose eyes can be so private and so ^C#proud No-one's allowed to see them^C when they cry

S^Fmhe may be the lo^Bb7ve that cannot hope to ^Eblast May come to ^Cm6me from shadows of the p^D7ast That I'll remember 'til the^Dm7 day I di^A7e