In the world's
mighty gallery of pictures
Hang the scenes that are
painted from life
There are scenes of much
grief and of passion
And pictures of love and of strife
The pictures of youth and of beauty
Old age and the blushing young bride
All hang on the wall,
but the saddest of all
is the picture of life's other side
The first scene was that of a gambler
who lost all his money at play
Took his dead mother's
ring from his finger
That she wore on her glad
wedding day
Though his last earthly
treasure he staked it
And vowed that the shame
he might hide
They lifted his head, but alas he was dead
Is a picture from life's other side
Is a picture from life's other side
Of someone who fell by the way
A light has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day
Some poor old mother at home
Wakes the ships that come
in with the tide
She's waiting to hear from
a loved one so dear
Tis a picture from life's
side
The next scene was that
of two brothers
Whose pathways so different had led
One of them lived the life of a rich man
While the other one begged for his bread
Then one night they met on the highway
Your money or your life, the thief cried
And then, with his knife,
took his own brother's life,
Tis a picture from life's other side.
The next scene was that by the river
Of a mother and babe in despair.
Neath the lights of the
harbor they quiver,
Rejected by those who should care.
But yet she was once a true woman,
Somebody's darling in pride.
God help her, she leaps,
there's no one who weeps
Is a picture from life's other side
Is a picture from life's other side
Of someone who fell by the way
A life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy today
Some poor old mother at home
Waits the ships that comes
in with the tide
She's waiting to hear from
a loved one so dear
Tis a picture from life's other side