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 . . .