Memories
Beverley Craven Lyrics

My little sister sings herself to sleep
My younger sibling sings to herself before falling asleep and she is unaware that we are observing this peaceful routine.

She doesn't know we're listening
My younger sibling is oblivious to the fact that we're listening to her lullaby.

To her lullaby, so innocent and sweet
Her lullaby is pure, tender, and lovely.

I've rocked her cradle 'til her tears were dry
I have comforted and soothed her until her grievances have resolved.

And chased away a sleepless night
I have eliminated her restlessness allowing her to slumber calmly.

With a fairy-tale
I have recounted a story incorporating fairies and enchanted beings to assist her in calming down.

Reliving the best years of my life
I am recollecting the gratifying and rewarding moments of my past.

When I look into her eyes
When I gaze at her eyes,

And then I realize
I come to comprehend

Everything she's going through will be her memories
All her experiences will be stored in her recollections.

When she's older, and wiser
When she's mature and more knowledgeable

She's making her history
She's creating her story and imprint for the future.

And everything we're going through will be our memories
Each of our encounters will be recollected as a memory.

I'm going make them worth remembering
I'll make them valuable enough for retaining in remembrance.

For years...
For an enduring amount of time.

I'm gonna tell her when she wants to know
I will communicate with her when she desires.

But in the end she's on her own
Ultimately, she will stand alone.

No more fairy-tales
No further accounts of enchanting tales.

Just giving the best years of her life
Merely devoting the most magnificent years of her existence

As a mother or a wife
As a mother or as the partner of a husband

A woman with a child
A female with offspring.