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"