Paul Anka ('70s version) - Papa

 Everyday my papa would work
 To help to make ends meet
 To see that 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 the prayers were said

 Growing up with him was easy
 Time just flew on by
 The years began to fly
 He aged 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
 My 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
 All because she wasn't there
 
 Then one day my papa said,
 "Son, I'm proud the way you've grown.
 Make it on your own.
Oh, I'll be O.K. 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
 After my prayers were said ...