| Papa's Birthday in Heaven Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2004 |
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| Happy Birthday, Papa, I wish I could see your smile I'd sit right down with you, if only for a while We shared so many dreams, you knew my every wish You even knew what to serve me, it was my favorite dish If I had one wish, I'd ask God to give me a day I'd spend it with you, Papa, as we would walk away I'd listen to the music, perhaps your favorite song We could sing in harmony, with Angels singing along |
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| We were a musical family, but you were the best I knew If I had trouble with a song, I could always rely on you I envied you, Papa, as you could play by ear All you needed was a song or tune to hear I bet your Mansion's filled with happiess and love I can almost see the family gathering above Did my Grandmother make your favorite dish If I were in Heaven now, would you tell me your deepest wish |
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| I will always be your Little Nick, or just plain Daddy's girl I remember how you yelled when Mama cut away my curl You had that special laughter, and then gave me a wink You were always there for me, even when I had my first drink Papa, I miss you terribly, but I am not really sad You always said I was your Angel, when others called me bad You gave me love each morning, and a tender good night kiss You shared with me your secret love, and even spoke of bliss |
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| We were always together, you said Two peas in a pod I listened to each spoken word you taught me about God From comic to preacher, I loved you in every way Today I wish you love again, and a Happy Birthday I kept my pramise, Papa, I didn't cut my hair I pray you saw all the curls again, as if you were there I live for our reunion once again in Heaven's place There will be no more tears, Papa, as I kiss your handsome face |
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