Those schoolgirl days

Oh, telling tales and biting nails are gone

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 Would soar a thousand feet high to serve with love

The time has come

For clothes and books and long last Luke's first hand.

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 serve with love.