OF COURSE THERE IS ALWAYS, PAPA
© Martha Miranda 1993 (Father's Day)

When I was a kid we didn't have much money
Mommy and Daddy were fighting all of the time
But now I'm grown and Daddy's gone
And all that is left are glimpses
Of all the years and all the tears
That now seem trivial and unimportant

Daddy had few sober days
And somehow over forty years went by
Then old and grey and sick and worn
My Daddy asked Jesus to save His soul

The Angel's danced around the table
And we cried for a long, long time
Of course there is always, always Papa
Even in my memories

For a few short years we fished most days
And sat along the riverbank and talked time away
His health was gone, his body dying
And day by day he just wasted away

If he were here we'd still go fishing
Or play a game of horseshoes or just talk
Or just sit and sing and play the ukulele
O the love that grew in but a year or two

When I was young I cleaned up his messes
And tried not to hear my Mama cry
But all too soon the years were all gone
And it was time to tell Papa good-bye

O the pain of regret and the sin of neglect
Hurts every year about this time
I didn't tell my Daddy I loved him till he was dying
I didn't tell him I loved him till he was going home
O that I could re-live a lifetime
Thank GOD he's waiting for me on heaven's shore
Forever then there will always be Papa
Forever and ever, every day, there always will be, PAPA

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