| There’s an old and faded picture on the wall
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| That has been a-hanging there for many a year
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| 'Tis a picture of my mother, for I know there is no other
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| That can take the place of mother on the wall
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| On the wall (On the wall)
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| On the wall (On the wall)
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| How I love that dear old picture on the wall
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| Time is swiftly passing by and I bow my head and cry
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| 'Cause I know I’ll meet my mother after all
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| Yes, the children all have gathered, all have gone
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| And I have a little family of my own
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| And I know I love them well, more than any tongue can tell
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| But I’ll hold that dear old picture on the wall
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| On the wall (On the wall)
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| On the wall (On the wall)
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| How I love that dear old picture on the wall
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| Time is swiftly passing by and I bow my head and cry
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| 'Cause I know I’ll meet my mother after all
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| Since I lost that dear old mother years ago
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| There is none to which with troubles I can go As my guitar makes its chords I am praying to the Lord
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| Let me hold that dear old picture on the wall
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| On the wall (On the wall)
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| On the wall (On the wall)
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| How I love that dear old picture on the wall
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| Time is swiftly passing by and I bow my head and cry
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| 'Cause I know I’ll meet my mother after all |