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