Paul Anka.A great and very talented singer.All his songs were wonderful.Followed his career since Lonely Boy.Papa,a beautiful song.Bought most of his records.
Every day 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 my 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, Papa broke down and cried All he said was, "God, why not take me?" Every night he sat there sleepin' In his walkin' 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 ok 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 that every day He taught me well that way Every night, my papa would take me And tuck me in my bed Kiss me on my head All my prayers were said Every night, my papa would take me And tuck me in my bed Tuck me in my bed All my prayers were said
Es uno de mis temas favoritos que mi papá ponía en la radio y desde pequeña me gustaba mucho. Ya de grande supe el significado de la letra y simplemente es conmovedor. Cada vez que la escucho, recuerdo a mi papito que aún tengo con vida y sé que siempre lo recordaré al escuchar este tema del gran Paul Anka, un genio de la música y composición.
Всеки ден баща ми работеше за да свържем двата края за да не останем гладни за да имаме обувки на краката си Всяка вечер баща ми ме вземаше и завиваше в леглото ми Целуваше ме по главата, след като всичките ми молитви бяха казани Израстването с него беше лесно Времето просто отлетя Годините започнаха да летят Той остаря, също и аз подозирах, че мама не беше добре Татко знаеше ,дълбоко в себе си и тя, и тя знаеше Когато тя почина, татко се срина и заплака Всичко, което каза, беше: "Боже, защо не взе мен?" Всяка вечер той седеше там и спеше В неговия люлеещ се стол Никога не се качи горе, защото тя не беше там Тогава един ден баща ми каза „Сине, гордея се с начина, по който израсна време е да поемеш по пътя си аз ще се оправям сам" Всеки път, когато целувам децата си, си спомням думите на татко децата ти живеят чрез теб. Те ще пораснат и също ще те напуснат Помня всяка дума която казваше баща ми, преживявах го ден след ден Той беше добър учител. Всяка вечер баща ми ме вземаше и завиваше в леглото ми Целуваше ме по главата След като всичките ми молитви бяха казани
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 me And tuck me/ in my bed Kiss me/ on my head After all/ all my 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 Papa broke down/ and he cried And all he said/ was, "God/, why not?/ Take mememe.... Everynight he/ sat there sleeping in his walking chair He never/ went upstais All Because/ she wasn't there Then one day/ my Papa said, "Son, now/ you have the way/ you've grown" Make it/ on your own. Yes I'll/ be O.K. alone." Every time I/ kiss my children Papa's words/ ring true Your children/ live through you. Then grow and/ leave you, too" I remember/ every word My Papa/ used to say I live them/ everyday He taught me/ what I feel Every night my/ papa would/ take me And tuck me/ in my bed Kiss me/ on my head After all my/ prayers were said Every night my/ papa would/ take me And tuck me/ in my bed
One of the most beautiful songs ever written❤
Paul Anka.A great and very talented singer.All his songs were wonderful.Followed his career since Lonely Boy.Papa,a beautiful song.Bought most of his records.
Every day 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 my 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, Papa broke down and cried
All he said was, "God, why not take me?"
Every night he sat there sleepin'
In his walkin' 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 ok 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 that every day
He taught me well that way
Every night, my papa would take me
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
All my prayers were said
Every night, my papa would take me
And tuck me in my bed
Tuck me in my bed
All my prayers were said
Thank you
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СПАСИБО♥️❤️❤️
I lost my dad at 16 due to diabetes ! This song causes many memories of him !
I lost my dad since I was 14… I feel you in this lost 🙏🙏🙏🙏
This song is so powerful ... I miss my belated father so much ... and 13 years have passed thus far 😢
It brought me to the time when my father was there. I like this original version very very much.
2023 just told about this song it's heartfelt♤♡♤♡
The one and only Paul Anka
QUE SUERTE DE LOS QUE TUVIERON UN PAPA...
아버지...죽어서도 잊을수없는....papa...father...
Paul Anaky is a legend, thanks
Wow, so different from the later versions he did...I love this one.
Es uno de mis temas favoritos que mi papá ponía en la radio y desde pequeña me gustaba mucho. Ya de grande supe el significado de la letra y simplemente es conmovedor. Cada vez que la escucho, recuerdo a mi papito que aún tengo con vida y sé que siempre lo recordaré al escuchar este tema del gran Paul Anka, un genio de la música y composición.
I miss my father so much..😖
Самая моя любимая песня!
Que excelente la letra de esta canción la había oído, hace tiempo, pero no sabía de que hablaba
Всеки ден баща ми работеше
за да свържем двата края
за да не останем гладни
за да имаме обувки на краката си
Всяка вечер баща ми ме вземаше
и завиваше в леглото ми
Целуваше ме по главата,
след като всичките ми молитви бяха казани
Израстването с него беше лесно
Времето просто отлетя
Годините започнаха да летят
Той остаря, също и аз
подозирах, че мама не беше добре
Татко знаеше ,дълбоко в себе си и тя, и тя знаеше
Когато тя почина, татко се срина и заплака
Всичко, което каза, беше: "Боже, защо не взе мен?"
Всяка вечер той седеше там и спеше
В неговия люлеещ се стол
Никога не се качи горе,
защото тя не беше там
Тогава един ден баща ми каза
„Сине, гордея се с начина, по който израсна
време е да поемеш по пътя си
аз ще се оправям сам"
Всеки път, когато целувам децата си,
си спомням думите на татко
децата ти живеят чрез теб.
Те ще пораснат и също ще те напуснат
Помня всяка дума
която казваше баща ми,
преживявах го ден след ден
Той беше добър учител.
Всяка вечер баща ми ме вземаше
и завиваше в леглото ми
Целуваше ме по главата
След като всичките ми молитви бяха казани
very good! I like this singer
Lagu itu indah
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 me
And tuck me/ in my bed
Kiss me/ on my head
After all/ all my 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
Papa broke down/ and he cried
And all he said/ was, "God/, why not?/ Take mememe....
Everynight he/ sat there sleeping
in his walking chair
He never/ went upstais
All Because/ she wasn't there
Then one day/ my Papa said,
"Son, now/ you have the way/ you've grown"
Make it/ on your own.
Yes I'll/ be O.K. alone."
Every time I/ kiss my children
Papa's words/ ring true
Your children/ live through you.
Then grow and/ leave you, too"
I remember/ every word
My Papa/ used to say
I live them/ everyday
He taught me/ what I feel
Every night my/ papa would/ take me
And tuck me/ in my bed
Kiss me/ on my head
After all my/ prayers were said
Every night my/ papa would/ take me
And tuck me/ in my bed
Heart touching
Hallo, que aire americano de un dia siempre halla bien arriba, ok shalom
GEMS!
Una bella canción
Thanks for uploading
Прекрасно поёт Пол Анка, сказано автор песни лучше других исполняет, хотя Том Джонс тоже отлично поёт эту песню.
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szkoda ze moj tata nie umiał mnie kochac
Old song 70s
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Apakah bapak sudah makan atau kita berdo'a semoga kita diberi ilmu sehingga kita dapat bertemu ruh sebenarnya
Kejam sekali orang yang suka memisahkan antara anak dan orangtuanya. Ya Allah ampunilah kami
Cau ch som kh
Tak tahu saya artinya dan saya bodoh