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 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 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