To Sir With Love - Dawn Penn

Those Schoolgirl days Of telling tales And biting nails Are gone But in my mind I know That 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 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 If you Wanted the world I'd surround it With a wall I'd scrawl These words With letters Ten feet tall To sir With love

The time has come For closing books, and long last looks must end, yeah 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 Those schoolgirl days Of telling tales and biting nails are gone, yeah But in my mind I know that they live on and on and on and on But how do you thank someone Who has taken you from crayons to perfume? Well it's not easy, but I'll try If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters Oh, 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, yeah I know that I am leaving my best friend, ohh 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 Yeah (yeah, yeah) (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

Those school girl 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? Oh, 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 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

I am an emigre I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in grey gloves To Germany with love A war between the wars To Germany with love I am an emigre I write to Germany In foreign words A tongue of actuality Coated in grey gloves Coated in grey gloves To Germany with love To Germany with love A war between the wars A war between the wars A war between the wars A war between the wars Triumph over by-gone sorrow Can in unity be won Let them all persue this purpose 'Til reality is gone I am an unexpected spy From the outside of my eye Translate it first then comprehend I'm here indeed but there I stand I write to Germany I write to Germany To Germany with love Germany with love I write to Germany I write to Germany To Germany with love Germany with love This is the turn of colours All real but still unseen There is no more decision 'Cause there's too much in between Let us build a nightmare nation Learn and work as never yet That this cold new generation Faith in its own fears beget Here comes the modern rat Here comes the terror-squad Ours is the salt of wisdom Here we come all dressed in black From the ruins risen slowly To the future turned we stand Flourish in this blessing glory Flourish, German fatherland I write to Germany I write to Germany To Germany with love Germany with love I write to Germany I write to Germany Germany with love Germany with love I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) To Germany I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write to Germany (I write to Germany) I write in Germany

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