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THE PICTURE WITH ITS FACE TURNED TO THE WALL (J.P. Skelly) 'Tis the picture of a fair girl Now turned away from view, Once a mother's joy, a father's fond delight; But the tempting lover came, And forgetful of good name, She listened to the voice that was her blight. From her happy home she fled, And though tears for her were shed, No pleading could the wayward one recall. Now her name they never speak. To forget her they all seek. Her picture hangs with face turned to the wall. cho: It tells the old, old story of sadness and of tears. 'Tis dead forever, now beyond recall. It is of a daughter fair, Now an outcast ev'rywhere, The picture with its face turned to the wall. She had home and ev'ry blessing That fortune could bestow, And her glad young life had never known a care, Till the tinsel and the gold Led her from her kindred's fold, And she left her fond old father in despair. In his anger stern and deep, In his pride that would not sleep, He cast her from his heart beyond recall; And with frown upon his brow, And no pity for her now, He turns the picture face unto the wall. Now she roams the world in sorrow, And in her olden home, With dust is clad the picture and the frame; But the parents night and day, While their hair is turning gray, In silence still are dreaming of her name. In their dreams they see her blest, And their broken hearts attest The love that lives whatever may befall; Yet to worldly pride they cling, And to them it brings a sting: The picture with its face turned to the wall. Lyrics copied from The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music: THE PICTURE WITH ITS FACE TURNED TO THE WALL J.P. Skelly New York: Frank Tousey's Publishing House [date illegible] @tearjerker filename[ PICWALL2 JD Feb07 |
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