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.