Those schoolgirl days of telling tales
and biting nails are gone.
But in my mind I know they will still
live on and on. But how do
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 would soar a thousand feet high,
'To Sir, With Love'.
The time has come for closing books and
long last looks must end.
And 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 a lot to
learn. What what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would
try to make a start.
But I would rather you let me give my heart
To sir with love
and biting nails are gone.
But in my mind I know they will still
live on and on. But how do
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 would soar a thousand feet high,
'To Sir, With Love'.
The time has come for closing books and
long last looks must end.
And 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 a lot to
learn. What what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would
try to make a start.
But I would rather you let me give my heart
To sir with love