(Ted Harris)

 

It's only a face in a frame

With lips that have nothing to say

But it's oh, so important to me

Since he took the real one away.



As I cling to the frame made of brass

And stare at the angel in glass

I long for the love that we knew

When I took this picture of you.



Oh, I've found no contentment so rare

As the love we would've chosen to share

The smile on your picture will serve

To stay me if I lose my nerve.



Now I pick up the wine and the glass

And pour out a toast to the past

Here's to a love that we knew

Here's to a picture of you...