Papa (Paul Anka)

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 ..

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 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 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

After all the prayers were said ... (2 times)