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,

but 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'