Once we were seven but now we are three
Four of us taken away
I do arithmetic when I’m inclined
The angle still matters today
Now I have dreams I’m alone on a peak
My sister is standing near by
I see all the landscape,it looks green yet bleak.
They are gone but I don’t know why.
When we had a father we seemed to know joy
He took us up Rivington Pike.
He taught me to ride on my brother s old bike
That’s how I see him tonight
He sang and he whistled,he used to draw
Yet he died while we slept in the night
Good bye dear brother goodbye
Good by my mother good bye
Good bye little sister, we all miss you
We can never again kiss you
How you shinen up in sky.