From the recording TOUGH'S NOT ENOUGH
Lyrics
THE TEACHERS<br />
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Upon his not-so-broad shoulders, <br />
Many a child has wept. <br />
They grow up wiser and older, <br />
Thankful for secrets he’s kept. <br />
He holds the future in his hand; <br />
He’s careful as can be. <br />
Feet balancing on shifting sand; <br />
Eyes on eternity. <br />
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He treats them all the same, with respect, <br />
Each great and small creature. <br />
They’ve got a name for a man like that - <br />
They call him A TEACHER. <br />
They’ve got a name for a man like that - <br />
They call him A TEACHER. <br />
Buried beneath her paper load, <br />
Hidden behind her smile, <br />
Are all the worries of the world, <br />
Her concern for every child.<br />
As she tucks her son into bed,<br />
This thought runs through her mind:<br />
She’s grateful for the life she’s led;<br />
She’s left no child behind.<br />
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She treats them all the same, with respect,<br />
Each great and small creature.<br />
They’ve got a name for a woman like that - <br />
They call her A TEACHER.<br />
They’ve got a name for a woman like that – <br />
They call her A TEACHER.<br />
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They keep on fighting the good fight<br />
With books, paper, and chalk.<br />
They sure do like to talk and talk,<br />
But they sure do walk the walk.<br />
Young eyes watch their every move<br />
To catch them lie or steal.<br />
The more they’re watched, the more it’s proved;<br />
These folks are the real deal.<br />
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They treat each child the same, with respect,<br />
Each great and small creature.<br />
They’ve got a name for people like that – <br />
They call them THE TEACHERS. <br />
They’ve got a name for people like that –<br />
They call them THE TEACHERS.<br />
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Copyright © 2004 Lex Zaleta<br />