Paul Anka - Papa

Everyday my papa would work to help to make ends meet To see that 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 the 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 the way you've grown. Make it on your own. Oh, I'll be OK 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 after my prayers were said ...

Channel: Music
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: Arqayazn

Length: 03:20
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