Текст песни Beverley Craven - Memories
Beverley Craven - Memories слова песни
My little sister sings herself to sleepShe doesnt know were listeningTo her lullaby, so innocent and sweetIve rocked her cradle til her tears were dryAnd chased away a sleepless nightWith a fairy-taleReliving the best years of my lifeWhen I look into her eyesAnd then I realizeEverything shes going through will be her memoriesWhen shes older, and wiserShes making her historyAnd everything were going through will be our memoriesIm going make them worth rememberingFor years . . .Im gonna tell her when she wants to knowBut in the end shes on her ownNo more fairy-talesJust giving the best years of her lifeAs a mother or a wifeA woman with a childEverything shes going through will be her memoriesWhen shes older, and wiserShes making her historyAnd everything were going through will be our memoriesIm going make them worth rememberingFor years . . .Everything shes going through will be her memoriesWhen shes older, and wiserShes making her historyAnd everything were going through will be our memoriesIm going make them worth rememberingFor years . . .