Papa (1974)
Paul Anka
(1941~)
Every day my Papa worked
to help to make ends meet
to see what we would eat
keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my Papa would take
and tuck me in my bed
kiss me on my head
after all my prayers were said
Growing up with him
was easy time just flew on by.
The years began to fly through
his age and so did I
I could tell
that Mama wasn't well
Papa knew and deep down
so did she, so did she
When she died
Papa broke down and cried
All he said was
"God, why not take me?"
Every night he sat there sleeping
in his rocking chair
He never went upstairs
Oh, because she wasn't there
Then one day my Papa said
"Son, I'm proud the way you grow
Make it on your own
Oh, I'll be okay alone"
Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
"Your children live through you
They'll grow and leave you, too"
I remember every word
My papa used to say
I live them everyday
He taught me well that way
Every night my papa would take
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