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 
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