THE PICTURE THAT IS TURNED TOWARD THE WALL.
Copyright, 1891, by M. Witmark & Sons.
Words and Music by Chas. Graham.
Far away beyond the glamour of the city and its strife
There's a quiet little homestead by the sea.
Where a tender, loving lassie used to live a happy life,
Contented in her home as she could be;
Not it shadow ever seemed to cloud the sunshine of her youth.
And they thought no sorrow could her life befall,
But she left them all one evening, and their sad hearts knew the truth
When her father turned her picture to the wall.
There's a name that's never spoken and a mother's heart half-broken,
There is just another missing from the old home, that is all;
There is still a memory living, there's a father unforgiving,
And a picture that is turned toward the wall.
They have laid away each token of the one who ne'er returns,
Ev'ry trinket, ev'ry ribbon that she wore;
Tho' it seems so long ago now, yet the lamp of hope still burns,
And her mother prays to tee her child once more;
Tho' no tidings ever reach them what her life or Jot may be,
Tho' they sometimes think she's gone beyond recall,
There's a tender recollection of a face they never see
In the picture that is turned toward the wall.-Refrain.