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