My little sister sings herself to sleep, she doesn't know we're listening to her lullaby, so innocent and sweet. I rocked her cradle till 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 gone 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 gonna 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 gonna make them worth remembering for years. Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh 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 gonna make them worth remembering for you Memories Oh-oh Memories Oh-oh