| [00:37.35] | Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone, |
| [00:50.46] | But in my mind, |
| [00:55.20] | I know they will still live on and on, |
| [01:04.31] | But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume? |
| [01:18.54] | It isn't easy, but I'll try, |
| [01:31.35] | If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters, |
| [01:52.68] | That would soar a thousand feet high, |
| [02:14.25] | To Sir, with Love |
| [02:28.20] | The time has come, |
| [02:30.84] | For closing books and long last looks must end, |
| [02:36.33] | And as I leave, |
| [02:42.51] | I know that I am leaving my best friend, |
| [02:55.44] | A friend who taught me right from wrong, |
| [03:02.46] | And weak from strong, |
| [03:08.25] | That's a lot to learn, |
| [03:20.28] | What, what can I give you in return? |
| [03:34.92] | If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start, |
| [04:04.08] | But I, would rather you let me give my heart, |
| [04:16.26] | To Sir, with Love |