Those school girl days of telling tales and biting nails gone.
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on.
But how do you thanks someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn’t easy, but I’ll try.
If you wanted the sky, I’d 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,
What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try on and make a start,
But I would rather you let me give my heart,
To sir with love.
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away;
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me;
Yes, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me.
When your hair is silver white,
And your cheeks no longer bright,
With the roses of the May,
I will kiss your lips and say;
Oh, my darling, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown;
Yes, my darling, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown.
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older,
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?
Swiftly flow the days;
Seedlings turn over night to sunflow’rs,
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Swiftly fly the years;
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.
What’s words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
Now they must learn from one another day by day.
They look so natural together,
Just like two newly weds should be,
Is that all kind of peace and stood for me.
Ev’ry morning you greet me.
Small and white, clean and bright,
You look happy to meet me.
Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever.
Bless my homeland for ever.