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 what you did to me
I wrote it so you'd know
That I was yours eternal-{} ly.
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 a-{} part
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 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.