Hush little sister,
please don't cry.
I know he's mad right now,
but soon it'll be fine.

He'll cuss and slur,
and pull your hair.
He'll drink and drive,
from his mouth comes words I mustn't describe.

I'm sorry I can't be there right now,
I know you wish to die,
I'm sorry I can't be there right now,
please know it's not a lie.

Sissy left, but she'll never forget;
the tears you shed,
the tracks you made,
the songs you sang.

Sissy may have left, but she'll never forget your smile.
So hush little sister,
please don't cry.
I know he's mad right now,
but soon it'll be fine.