The Old School Teacher

Where is my old school teacher? I don't remember her name
With a dunce cap, I was always her feature, I loved her just the same
She stood by through my childhood, like small town school teachers do
At some little school house here in the wild wood, they taught men like Lincoln too

One day I tearfully told her my mother expects me to pass
Then she let me look over the shoulder of the brightest girl in the class
Wish I knew how to reach her, I'd write a letter and say
If I lived the way you taught me to, teacher, I'd be a better man today

Wish I knew how to reach her, I'd write a letter and say
If I lived the way you taught me to, teacher, I'd be a better man today