Paul Anka -- Papa

Paul Anka -- Papa

Paul Anka

"Papa"

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Everyday my papa worked.

To help to make ends meet.

To see that we would eat.

(To) 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.

He aged 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.

My 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.

All because she wasn't there.

Then one day my Papa said.

'Son, I'm proud (of) the way you've grown.

make it on your own.

I'll be O.K. 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 that every day.

He taught me well that way.

Every night my papa would take.

And tuck me in my bed.

Kiss me on my head.

After all my prayers were said.

Every night my papa would take.

And tuck me in my bed.

Tuck me in my bed.

After all my prayers were said.