Sanoja: Hank Thompson. Blackboard Of My Heart.

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