When I was young
and went to school
They taught me how to write
To take the chalk and make my mark
And hope it turned out right
If that's the way it is with love
And what you did to me
I write so that you would know
I'm yours eternally
But my tears I've 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 I've washed, I love you
From the blackboard of
my heart
If you'd been true the way you should,
and not have gone astray
Our tears would not have fallen down
and washed the words away
No need to talk,
for if the chalk
would write these words again
It would 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 are washed, I love you
from the black hole of my heart.