My Sister And I Remember Still

A Tulip Garden By An Old Dutch Mill,

And The Home That Was All Our Own Until ...

But We Don't Talk About That.



My Sister And I Recall Once More

The Fishing Schooners Pulling Into Shore,

And The Dog-cart We Drove In Days Before ...

But We Don't Talk About That.



We're Learning To Forget The Fear

That Came From A Troubled Sky.

We're Almost Happy Over Here,

But Sometimes We Wake At Night And Cry.



My Sister And I Recall The Day

We Said Goodbye, Then We Sailed Away.

And We Think Of Our Friends That Had To Stay,

But We Don't Talk About That.