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...