Memories

Memories - Beverley Craven

My little sister sings herself to sleep

She doesn't know we're listening

To her lullaby so innocent and sweet

I've rocked her cradle 'til her tears were dry

And chased away a sleepless night

With a fairy - tale

Reliving the best years of my life

When I look into her eyes

And then I realize

Everything she's going through will be her memories

When she's older and wiser

She's making her history

And everything we're going through will be our memories

I'm going make them worth remembering

For years

I'm gonna tell her when she wants to know

But in the end she's on her own

No more fairy - tales

Just giving the best years of her life

As a mother or a wife

A woman with a child

Everything she's going through will be her memories

When she's older and wiser

She's making her history

And everything we're going through will be our memories

I'm going make them worth remembering

For years

Everything she's going through will be her memories

When she's older and wiser

She's making her history

And everything we're going through will be our memories

I'm going make them worth remembering

For years

Remembering