Song by Paul Anka
Everyday my papa would work
To try to make ends meet
To see that we would eat
Keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take me
Tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all my prayers were said
There were years
of sadness and of tears
Through it all,
together we were strong.
We were strong!
The times were rough,
but, Papa, he was tough
And, Mama, she stood beside him
all along
Growing up with them was easy
Time just flew on by
The years began to fly
They aged but so did I
I could tell
mama wasn't well
and Papa knew and deep down
so did she, so did she
And when she died
Papa broke down and cried
All he could say was:
"God, why her? Take me!"
Every day he sat there sleeping
in his rocking chair
He never went upstairs
Because she wasn't there
Then one day my Papa said:
"Son, I'm proud how you've grown
He said, " Go make it on your own.
And don't worry!
I'm O.K. alone."
He said, "There are things
u must do;
places u must see."
His eyes were sad as he...
as he said goodbye to me
Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
He said, "Your children.
They live through you.
And they'll grow
They'll leave you, too."
I remember every word
my papa used to say
I kiss my kids
and I pray
That they'll think,
think of me, that way...
someday...