Sisters a bond like no other
different than a brother
made stronger without a mother
Dad did the best he could
with two little girls trying to be good
but fight Oh they would
On the roadside, our thumbs sticking out
hours waiting for the next ride no doubt
tired, bored and just plain worn out
Sister sing me a song to pass the time
Father make the stories fun and rhythm
walking home, the last hill to climb
Rain coming down, time went so slow
Dad playing his songs by fires glow
two little sisters sitting in a row
you color that one, I'll color this one
hours spent laughing and having fun
in our shack on the hill waiting for the sun
Summer time fun and running free
with no particular place to be
riding horses all day long, you and me
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