Memories — текст песни (Beverley Craven)

My little sister sings herself to sleep

She doesnt know were listening

To her lullaby, so innocent and sweet

Ive 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 shes going through will be her memories

When shes older, and wiser

Shes making her history

And everything were going through will be our memories

Im going make them worth remembering

For years . . .



Im gonna tell her when she wants to know

But in the end shes 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 shes going through will be her memories

When shes older, and wiser

Shes making her history

And everything were going through will be our memories

Im going make them worth remembering

For years . . .



Everything shes going through will be her memories

When shes older, and wiser

Shes making her history

And everything were going through will be our memories

Im going make them worth remembering

For years . . .