THE PICTURE THAT WE WON'T TURN TO THE WALL.
Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Edward Tompkins.
There's a picture hanging near us, 'tis the dearest and the best,
It shines like rosy dawn on every eye;
'Tis a father's dear old face, with its look of love and grace,
And it brings us back to happy days gone by.
The brow, tho' stern and cold, just as in days of old,
Seems telling us of gladness to befall;
It is there and shall remain, and to gaze none can disdain,
On the picture that we won't turn to the wall.
There it hangs, there it hangs,
And forever 'twill the fondest thoughts recall;
'Tis the light of mem'ry dear, with beaming eye to chide or cheer,
The picture that we won't turn to the wall.
With its gaze of might and grandeur it forever points the way
To manly pride And duty day by day;
And beside our mother's chair we forget our ev'ry care,
When that picture we behold in shining sway.
Again in childhood's glee we climb upon his knee,
His dear old voice in laughter we recall;
It tells of an honest heart, and with it we'll never part,
The picture that we won't turn to the wall.- Chorus.