Haven't sang this song in years. I am known as the legend of Bebop (night club in Boston, I warm up the crowd for open mic every Thursday at 7pm). I forgot a little of it will practice. I am 85 years old and didn't learn to sing until February 2019. I think I can sing it better than Costello.

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 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 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 her 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 cannot 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've got to be The meaning of my life is She, she, she

Such a beautiful and incredible love song !!!!!!

You can also sing this as “He” ❤

❤ don't lost this song.

Adoro esta canción 😑

Sí, Es ella la primer mujer que ya jamás podré olvidar, Es mi fortuna, el precio que debo pagar. Sí, Es ella la canción que amé, Que habrá cantado quizás quién. Es el verano que cambió Un día de otoño para mí. Sí, La esclavitud, la libertad, La duda o la serenidad, Preludio al día luminoso del amor. Ella es el espejo donde yo Hago mis sueños reflejar, Es el futuro que le haré De ahora en más. Sí, Ella es la única mujer tras de la larga soledad como es Intransigente, imprevisible para mí. Sí, Ella el amor que llega del ayer Y va a quedarse para siempre aquí Por todo el tiempo que yo viviré. Sí, A ella ya no renunciaré, por ella sobreviviré Al tiempo más difícil y a la adversidad. Sí, Sonrisa y lágrima ella es. Ella es la luz que yo soñé Y que en la noche de dolor va paso a paso junto a mí. Sí, sí

he 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 he may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day. he may be the beauty or the beast, May be the famine or the feast, May turn each day into a Heaven or a hell. he may be the mirror of my dream, A smile reflected in a stream, he may not be what he may seem Inside his shell. he 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. he may be the love that cannot hope to last, May come to me from shadows of the past, That I remember till the day I die. he 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 glad his laughter and wip his tears And make them all my souvenirs For where he goes I've got to be. The meaning of my life is he, he, he.

bela canção

GADEM!!! MANY MISTAKES . THE ONE I'LL CARE FOR THROUGHT THE ROUGH AND READY YEARS. NOT READY YEARS!!! IT'S RAINY YEARS LETSE

EASYKARAOKE, CORRECT YOUR MISTAKE IN THE LYRICS: BECKONS INDEED FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST. NOT BECKONS!!! MAY COME TO ME FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST. LETSE

Das klingt nicht feierlich genug! Das hört sich mehr nach einem Marsch oder einem Wanderlied an!