There's an old and faded picture on the wall It's been hangin' there for many, many years
It's a picture of my mother and 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 I'll look at your old picture on the wall
Time is swiftly passin' by and I bow my head and cry For I know I mean my mother as wrong
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Now the family has all scattered off and gone And I have a little family of my own
Oh I know I love them well more than any tongue can tell But I'll hold that dear old picture on the wall
On the wall, on the wall, on the wall, on the wall I'll look at your old picture on the wall
Time is swiftly passin' by and I bow my head and cry For I know I mean my mother as wrong
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