PaPa / Paul Anka

 

 

PaPa / Paul Anka


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
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
When my prayers were said 
Every night my papa would take
And tuck me in my bed
Tuck me in my bed

..... Oh .....

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