My sister made a dress for me

When I was just eighteen

Ice-blue taffeta it was;

I pinned on a bunch of violets

And wore it to a ball,

And thought that I was lovely,

As all girls do

When they are just eighteen.

We were completely unalike,

My sister and I,

In looks, ideas and attitudes,

And as we older grew

We grew apart.

But still the ties that bound us

Did not break.

Looking back on all the years

That took their toll,

I think of her

And of the days when we were young,

When my sister made a dress for me

When I was just eighteen.