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 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 do they fly away? 

Why is it, sir, that 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 a wall 

I'd scrawl in words with letters ten feet tall 

To Sir, With Love