American Old Time Song Lyrics: 04 The Portrait That Hangs On The Wall
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 4
The Portrait That Hangs on the Wall.
Words and Music by John W. Gibbons.
I love it, the portrait that hangs on the wall,
'Tis a treasure to me dear as life,
It's the last parting gift of a fond mother dear,
Long departed from earth, care, and strife.
Ere her expiring hour, with faint, feeble voice,
She me to her bedside did call,
And gave me this token of fond memory-
Her portrait that hangs on the walk
Whene'er I gaze on that picture so dear,
Sad memory it does recall,
And I know in my heart I never shall part
With her portrait that hangs on the wall.
How well I remember the dreams of the past.
They will ever impress on my heart,
She gave as a keepsake that picture to me,
Ere her spirit from life did depart.
Saying, "God bless you, my boy, go the way that is right,
My Maker on me soon will call,
But keep as a token this picture of me,
My portrait that hangs on the wall."-Chorus.