He stood in a
beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
And he gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
It was a picture of a lady,
so beautiful, young and fair
To that beautiful life -like vision,
he murmured in sad despair
If those lips could only speak,
if those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden
tresses were here in reality
Could I only take your hand as
I did when you took my name
But it's only a beautiful picture in a
beautiful golden frame
He stood there and
gazed on that picture
And slumbering, forgetting all pain
For there in that mansion of fancy
She stood by his side again
His lips, they softly murmured
The name of his one sweet bride
With his eyes fixed on that picture
He woke from his dream and cried
If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden tresses
were here in reality
Could I only take your hand as I
did when you took my name
But it's only a beautiful pic
ture in a beautiful golden frame
If those lips could only speak,
if those eyes could only see,
If those beautiful golden tresses
were here in reality.
Could I only take your hand,
as I did when you took my name,
But it's only a beautiful picture
in a beautiful golden frame
It's only a beautiful picture in a beautiful
golden frame
you