When I was young and I 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 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
[ fiddle ]
If you'd been true the way you should and not have gone astray
Those tears would not have fallen down and washed the 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...
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 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
[ fiddle ]
If you'd been true the way you should and not have gone astray
Those tears would not have fallen down and washed the 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...
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