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