Written by ： Gaston Lyle R./Thompson Hank

When I was young and went to school they taught me how to write

To take the chalk and make a mark and hope it turns out right

Well that's the way it is with love and how it is with me

I wrote it so that you'd know that I'm yours eternally

But my tears have washed I love you from the blackboard of my heart

It's too late to clean the slate and make another start

I'm satisfied the way things are although we're far apart

My tears have washed I love you from 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 those words away

No need to talk for if the chalk should write those words again

It will be for someone else not things that might have been

But my tears have washed I love you from the blackboard of my heart

It's too late to clean the slate and make another start

I'm satisfied the way things are although we're far apart

My tears have washed I love you from the blackboard of my heart

My tears have washed I love you from the blackboard of my heart