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 sour 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