Looking through unfinished albums on how our lives used to be
The work around the house was meant for you, we would always agree.
So I hang the pictures high where it was just empty space
I hang the pictures high to liven up the place
I will open up the curtains so the sun shines on you its gaze
I will decorate you with tinsel on a lonely Christmas Day
I might not always remember the words you used to say
So I hang the pictures high in pride of place.
I hang the pictures high for all to see
You reply with a smile while I make just one cup of tea.
I will talk with you until the walls fall down
Then rebuild them with my old weathered hands.
So hang the pictures high
Watch them age
Remember all the good old days.
Now its my time to go.
The pictures will show how I loved you so
So hang my picture next to yours
Around the person I adore.
Stand at the wall and you will see
That there’s a place for you and a place for me
Adding till eternity
On the great wall of family.