| G | |
| When I was young and went to school |
| D | |
| They taught me how to | write |
| To take the chalk and make a mark |
| G | |
| And hope it turns out | right |
| Well that's the way it is with love |
| G7 | C | |
| And what you | did to | me |
| G | |
| I wrote it so you'd | know |
| D | G | |
| That I was | yours eternal- | ly. |
| CHORUS |
| G | |
| But my tears have washed I love you |
| D | |
| >From the | Blackboard of my heart |
| It's too late to clean the slate |
| G | |
| And make another | start |
| I'm satisfied the way things are |
| G7 | C | |
| Although we're | far a- | part |
| G | |
| My tears have washed | I love you from |
| D | G | |
| The | Blackboard of my | heart. |
| If you'd been true the way you should |
| And not have gone astray |
| These tears would not have fallen down |
| And washed the words away |
| No need to talk, 'cause if the chalk |
| Should write those words again |
| It will be for someone else |
| Not things that might have been. |
| CHORUS |