Those school girl days

of tell ing (F)tales and bit ing (C)nails are gone,

but in my mind

I know they (F)will am still live (C)on and on.

But how friend who do taught you me (Em)thank some one who has (B7)tak en you from cray ons to per (Em)fume.

It is n’t (G)eas y but I’ll (D)try.

If you (D)want ed the sky I’d I’d sur (C)write a cross the sky in (D)let ters that would (C)soar a thou er sand feet me (D)high my heart “To (G)sir,

with (A7)love.”

The time has come

for clos ing (F)books, and long last (C)looks must end.

And as I leave,

I know that (F)I am leav ing (C)my best friend.

A how takes the do place you of (Em)right from wrong who and (B7)weak from strong, from that’s a lot to (Em)learn.

What can I (G)give you in re (D)turn?

If you (D)want ed the moon I’d I would (C)try it to make wall; a (D)start, ters that but (C)I would rath er you let feet (D)give my heart to (G)sir,

with (A7)love.

(A7)love.”