In the world's mighty
gallery of pictures
Hang the scenes that are
painted from life
There's a picture of love and of passion
And there hangs a picture
of peace and of
There hang pictures of youth and of beauty
Of old age and the blushing young bride
They all hang on the wall,
but the saddest of all
Are the pictures from the life's other side
Just a picture from life's other side
Someone has felled by the way
Life has blown out with the tide
Or that might have been
happy some day
There's a poor old mother at home
She's watchin' and waitin' alone
Just a longing to hear from
a loved one so dear
It's just a picture from
life's other side
Now the first scene is that of a gambler
who had lost all of his money in a play
and then he draws his
dead mother's ring
from his finger that she had wore long ago
on her wedding day.
Oh, it was his last earthly treasure,
but he stakes it.
And then he bows his head
that his shame he might hide.
Oh, but when they lifted his head,
they found he was dead.
That's just a picture from
life's other side.
Now the last scene is
that down by the river
Of a heartbroken mother and baby
And as the harbor lights
shine and they shiver
On an outcast whom no one will save
And yet, she was once a true woman,
she was somebody's darling pride.
God help her if she leaps,
for there's no one to weep,
it's just a picture from life's of a child