Picture on the Wall

There's an old and faded picture on the wall
And it's been hanging there for many a year
'Tis a picture of my mother and I know there is no other
That can take the place of mother on the wall

Chorus
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...
For I know I'll meet my mother after all

How the children all have scattered off and gone
And I have a little family of my own
And I know I love them well, more than any tongue can tell
But still I hold that dear old picture on the wall

Since I lost my dear old mother years ago
There is none to which my troubles I can go
As my banjo makes its chord, I am praying to the Lord
Let me hold that dear old picture on the wall