Those school girl days

of tell ing tales and bit ing (A)nails are gone.

But in my mind

I know they will

(A)still live on and on.

But how do you (C#m)thank some one who has (G#)tak en you from cray ons to per fume?

(B)Oh,

it is n’t (E)eas y, but I’ll try.

If you (B)want ed the sky, I would (A)write a cross the sky in (B)let ters that (A)would soar a thou sand (B)feet high,

“To sir,

with love.”

The time

has come,

for clos ing (D)books and long last looks must end.

And as

I leave,

I know that (D)I am leav ing my best friend;

a friend who (C#m)taught me right from wrong, and weak from strong.

That’s a (C#m)lot to learn.

What can I (E)give you in re turn?

If you (B)want ed the moon, I would (A)try to make a start, (B)but I

would (A)rath er you let me (B)give my heart.

To sir,

with love.