Lyrics

Papa was a dreamer, his dreams made of tin

His pain and his battles, he’d dream he could win

All alone in his time, he’d look for the answers

To questions that I would plant in his brain

He’d plan and he’d strive to find all the treasures

For ones who would live long after his time



Papa was a schemer, he’d scheme in his mind

Searching for words out of reach, out of rhyme

I can’t remember his voice or his laughter

But I can recall his message to me

Whether he said it, he surely ingrained

His legacy lives and his honor I see



He left within me the essence of righteousness

Courage to be who I am

Making my journey to uncharted places

Believing that I could withstand

Upon me I know is his hand

And his dreams



Papa was a dreamer, his dreams made of tin

His pain and his battles, he’d dream he could win

All alone in his time, he’d look for the answers

To questions that I would plant in his brain

He’d plan and he’d strive to find all the treasures

For ones who would live long after his time



He left within me the essence of righteousness

Courage to be who I am

Making my journey to uncharted places

Believing that I could withstand

Upon me I know is his hand

And his dreams