For My Sister
Young lady, the things I have said in the past,
Don’t look upon them as what I would choose to last,
Everything that’s gone before,
Shows that I don’t love you more,
In fact, quite a lot less than I should.
Past day, I hope I showed that I do care,
Finding words to express, difficult affair,
Telling you that I love you,
To my mind, thought that would do,
In fact, I think a lot less than I should.
Little sister, baby girl,
Your face shone in bulges of joy,
Your hair all fell out ‘cept one curl,
Why did I take the good feeling away,
I can’t say, I can’t say, I don’t know.