Papa
Composer(s): Paul Anka
Performer(s): Paul Anka



Ev'ry day my Papa would work to help to make ends meet
To see that we would eat, keep those shoes upon my feet

Ev'ry night my Papa would take and tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head after all the pray'rs 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 Papa broke down and cried
All he said was God why not take me

Ev'ry night he sat there sleeping in his rocking chair
He never went up stairs all because she wasn't there

Then one day my papa said, son I love the way you've grown
Make it on your own, I'll be O.K. alone

Ev'ry time I kiss my children Papa's words ring true
Your children live through you, they'll grow and need you too

I remember ev'ry word my Papa used to say
I live them ev'ry day 
He taught me well that way