He stood in a beautiful mansion surrounded by riches 

untold,

And gazed at a beautiful picture that hung in a frame 

of gold.

Was a picture of a lady, so beautiful, young and fair

To the beautiful life-like features he murmered in sad 

despair.



If those lips could only speak and those eyes could 

only see,

If those beautiful golden tresses were there in reality

Could I only take your hand as you did when you took my 

name,

But it's only a beautiful picture in a beautiful golden 

frame.



[Instrumental]



He sat there and gazed at the painting, then slumbered, 

forgetting all pain,

And there in that mansion in fancy she stood by his 

side again,

Then his lips, they softly murmered, the name of his 

once sweet bride

With his eyes fixed on the picture he woke from his 

dream and cried.



If those lips could only speak and those eyes could 

only see,

If those beautiful golden tresses were there in 

reality.

Could I only take your hand as you did when you took my 

name,

But it's only a beautiful picture in a beautiful golden 

frame