There's an old and faded picture on the wall That has been a-hanging there for many a year 'Tis a picture of my mother, for I know there is no other That can take the place of mother on the wall
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 meet my mother after all
NOTE: There is a much older ballad called The Picture on the Wall that is about the picture on the wall of the young men who died in the Civil War.