There's an old and faded picture on the wall That has been a hanging there for many years It's a picture my mother For I know there is no other That can take the place of mother on the wal.l
On the wall (on the wall) on the wall (on the wall) How I love that dear old picture on the wall Time is swiftly passing by And I bow my head and cry Cause I know I'll see my mother after all.
Yes the children all have gathered all have gone And I have a little family of my own And I know I love them well More than any tongue can tell But I'll hold that dear old picture on the wall.
Since I lost that dear old mother years ago There is none to which with troubles I can go As my guitar makes its chords I am praying to the Lord Let me hold that dear old picture on the wall.