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...