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.