Thirty-four years of Mrs Howarth. One song about her legacy.

Verse 1

Thirty-four Septembers in the same small roomCoat pegs and chalk dust, autumn into JuneYou called out our names like the start of a songMrs Howarth, and we knew we belonged

Pre-Chorus

Mothers who once sat where their children sit nowGrandmothers too, and you remember howThree generations round one family treeAnd you know every face, every name, every story

Chorus

Sing the register, Mrs Howarth, sing it slowOne more time before you goEvery birthday that you never once forgotEvery glove pulled from that drawer you keptThirty four years and not one left behindYou made this small school feel like home

Verse 2

That drawer of spare gloves, always close at handFor small cold fingers, you'd understandNo birthday slipped by without a card, a cakeA song in your voice for old times' sake

Chorus

Sing the register, Mrs Howarth, sing it slowOne more time before you goEvery name you called was a name you knewA whole school of children who mattered to youThirty four years and not one left behindYou made this small school feel like home

Bridge

Now it's our turn to stand up and singThank you for teaching us everythingThe whole hall's in on it, we've planned it for weeksHoping this song is the thing that finally speaks

Final Chorus

Sing the register one last timeLet the whole hall join the rhymeThirty four years of steady, singing loveMrs Howarth, it was always enough

Outro

Go on now, rest, you've earned your JuneSomewhere a classroom still hums your tuneMrs Howarth, Mrs HowarthWe'll carry your songWe'll carry your song home