| I Called Him Papa Copyright Alice E. Steimle - June 2002 |
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| Once again Father's Day comes around Although you're not here; you're feet firmly on the ground They said it's Father's Day, or simply put "Dad" You were none of those, Papa; you were the one I only had I always sat upon you lap, to listen to you talk Many a times, we'd simply go for a ride or walk You didn't have to say much, I was your little girl I can feel your fingers in my hair, giving it a curl Perhaps you wanted a son, but I came so close, you see You loved me anyway, and accepted me for me You never said Change this or that for you Your love was always there, so I could think it through You said I was the end of your raimbow, a pot of gold I remember everything you ever said or told I miss you so much, Papa, but I know you can hear me still You'll always be my Papa, and I'll love you; always will |
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| Daddy's Hands is sung by Holly Dunn. Used for entertainment purposes only. |