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.