The Picture of My Baby on the Wall.
Copyright, l890, by J. P. Broder & Co.
Words and Music by Thos. D. Getz.
In the evening when the twilight shadows gently steal around.
And the crickets song is heard upon the hearth;
And the sound of children's voices are wafted to my ears,
Who are happy in their innocence and mirth,
'Tis then I sit and listen, there's a pain within my heart,
And unbidden tears steal down my cheek and fall;
And I murmur, dear God, bless you, as my glances rest upon
The picture of my baby on the wall.
Smiling at me sweetly, just as she did in life,
Ah her dear, blue eyes in love upon me fall;
And I murmur, dear God, bless you,
Ae I look into the eyes of the picture of our baby on the wall.
It is hanging o'er the mantle in its little frame of gold,
Where the sunshine seems to shed its brightest ray;
And the little wife and I are sitting side by side,
Together at the closing of the day;
'Tis oft' in times of trouble, when we have our cross to bear.
When beneath a load of sorrow we would fall,
'Tis then our hearts are gladden'd, and it brightens us to gaze
On the picture of my baby on the wall. Cho.