Those schoolgirl days of biting nails And telling tales are gone But in my mind I know that they will live on and on But how can you thank someone Who has taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy but I'll try If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters That soar a thousand feet high "To Sir, with love" The time has come for closing books At long last looks must end But as I leave I know that I am leaving my best friend A friend who taught me right from wrong And weak from strong That's tough to do It isn't easy, but I'll try If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters That soar a thousand feet high "To Sir, with love"