| A | B | |
| Those school girl days |
| D | A | |
| of telling | tales and biting nails are | gone |
| A | B | |
| But in my mind |
| D | A | |
| I know they | will, will still live on a | nd on |
| G#m | C#m | |
| But how do you t | hank someone |
| G#m | C#m | |
| who has | taken you from crayons to p | erfume |
| B | E | B | F# | |
| It isn't | easy but I'll | try.... |
| B | |
| If you | wanted the sky |
| D | B | |
| I'd | write across the sky in | letters |
| D | B | |
| that would | soar a thousand feet | high |
| E | F# | |
| To | Sir, With | Love |
| A | B | |
| The time has come |
| D | A | |
| for closing | books and long last looks must | end |
| A | B | |
| And as I leave |
| D | A | |
| I know that | I am leaving my best f | riend |
| G#m | C#m | |
| A friend who taught me r | ight from wrong |
| G#m | C#m | |
| and | weak from strong, that's a lot to | learn |
| B | E | B | F# | |
| What! what can I | give you in re | turn |
| B | |
| If you | wanted the moon |
| D | B | |
| I would try to make a start But | I |
| D | B | |
| would | rather you let me give my | heart |
| E | F# | |
| To | Sir, With | Love |
| A | B | |
| Those awkward years |
| D | A | |
| have hurried | by why did they fly a | way |
| A | B | |
| Why is it Sir |
| D | A | |
| children grow | up to be people some | day |
| G#m | C#m | |
| What takes the place of cl | imbing trees |
| G#m | C#m | |
| and d | irty knees in the world outs | ide |
| B | E | B | F# | |
| What is there | for you I can | buy |
| B | |
| If you | wanted the world |
| D | B | |
| I'd sur | round it with a wall I'd | scrawl |
| D | B | |
| These | words with letters ten feet | tall |
| E | F# | |
| To | Sir, With | Love |