Song in memory of my father

Papa - 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 he cried
And all he could say was,
"God, why her, Take me!"

Everyday 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 of how you've grown"
He said, "Go out and make it on your own.
And don't worry. I'm O.K. alone."

He said, "There are things you must do"
"Places you must see"
His eyes were sad as he
goodbye to me

Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
He said, "Your children
they live through you."

And they grow!
They'll leave you too"
I remember every word
my Papa used to say
I kiss my kids and pray
That they'll think
Think
That way