Story Behind The Song

I spent thirty-five years in the classroom as a high school English teacher. I've worked with thousands of educators - and they are all in this song.

Song Description

Not one of us got where he or she is today without having some good teachers help out along the way. It's in style to turn our backs on them after they've helped. Maybe this song can turn things around.

Lyrics

THE TEACHERS

Upon his not-so-broad shoulders,
Many a child has wept.
They grow up wiser and older,
Thankful for secrets he?s kept.
He holds the future in his hand;
He?s careful as can be.
Feet balancing on shifting sand;
Eyes on eternity.
He treats them all the same, with respect,
Each great and small creature.
They?ve got a name for a man like that -
They call him A TEACHER.
They?ve got a name for a man like that -
They call him A TEACHER.
Buried beneath her paper load,
Hidden behind her smile,
Are all the worries of the world,
Her concern for every child.
As she tucks her son into bed,
This thought runs through her mind:
She?s grateful for the life she?s led;
She?s left no child behind.

She treats them all the same, with respect,
Each great and small creature.
They?ve got a name for a woman like that -
They call her A TEACHER.
They?ve got a name for a woman like that ?
They call her A TEACHER.

They keep on fighting the good fight
With books, paper, and chalk.
They sure do like to talk and talk,
But they sure do walk the walk.
Young eyes watch their every move
To catch them lie or steal.
The more they?re watched, the more it?s proved;
These folks are the real deal.

They treat each child the same, with respect,
Each great and small creature.
They?ve got a name for people like that ?
They call them THE TEACHERS.
They?ve got a name for people like that ?
They call them THE TEACHERS.


Copyright © 2004 Lex Zaleta