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 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