Joyce is a woman who really understands,
When it comes to helping out her fellow man,
She sits and knits for lots of folk,
And takes no money and that’s no joke.

She does not like the light too bright,
Dark glasses she does wear at night,
She helps her neighbours when she can,
If Joyce should see them in a jam.

Oh how I love this woman who is so dear to me,
Cause I forgot to tell you she’s my sister don’t you see,
She’s not been well for many years,
I’d like her to get better.

I’ll sit down shortly and write her a letter,
To tell her there’s a God above,
To whom each night I pray,
And that the sister I love will soon be right one day.