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 thanks 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 strongThat's a lot to learn
But 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'
Those awkward years
Have hurried by. Why did they fly away?
And Why is it, Sir

Children grow up to be people one day?
What takes the place of climbing trees
And dirty knees in the world outside?
What is there for you I can buy?

If you wanted the world
I'd surround it with walls. I'd scrawl
These words in letters ten feet tall:
"To Sir, With Love"