Lyrics by Don Black

Music by Marc London



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 let me give my heart

To you, 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

That would soar a thousand feet high

To you, with love

Those awkward years have hurried by

Why did they fly, fly away

Why is it Sir children, grow up to be people one day?

What takes the place of climbing tres and dirty knees in the world outside?

What, what is there that I can buy?



If you wanted the world

I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrawl

These words withe letters ten feet tall

To you, With love