I remember I bade you goodbye
And kissed you, a little bit flustered,
And you promised you never would cry.
But I know that you cried, little sister,
As soon as I’d gone out the door,
And did I cry myself? I’m a soldier,
So don’t ask me anything more.
I think of you often, kid sister—
You’re the only kid sister I’ve got—
I know you’ll be good to your mother,