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PAPA PAUL ANKA
SYNCRO BY SARA 2005
EV'RY DAY MY PAPA WORKED TO HELP
TO MAKE ENDS MEET,
TO SEE WHAT WE COULD EAT,
KEEP THOSE SHOES UPON MY FEET
EV'RY NIGHT MY PAPA
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?"
EV'RY 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 GO,
MAKE IT ON YOUR OWN.
OH, I'LL BE OKAY ALONE
EVERY TIME I KISS MY CHILDREN
PAPA'S WORDS RING TRUE
HE TRUE THROUGH ME TO YOU
LET THEM GROW! THEY'LL LEAVE YOU, TOO"
I REMEMBER EVERY WORD
PAPA USED TO SAY
I WRITTEN EVERY DAY
BECAUSE SHE WASN'T THERE
EVERYDAY MY PAPA DEEP
"GOD, WHY NOT TAKE ME?"
KISS MY KIDS AND PRAY
THAT THEY'LL THINK OF ME
EVERY TIME I KISS MY CHILDREN
PAPA'S WORDS RING TRUE
HE TRUE THROUGH ME TO YOU
LET THEM GROW! THEY'LL LEAVE YOU, TOO
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