Surrounded by riches on tall
He gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
T 'was a picture of a lady,
so beautiful, young and fair
T 'was a beautiful childlike vision,
he murmured in sad despair
If those lips could only speak,
if those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden dresses
Could I only take your hand
But it's only a beautiful picture
in a beautiful golden frame
Then slumbered, forgetting all pain.
And there in the mansion he fancied,
She stood by his side again.
His lips, they softly murmured the
name of his one sweet bride
With his eyes fixed on the painting,
he awoke from his dream and cried
If those lips could only speak,
if those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden dresses
Could I only take your hand
But it's only a beautiful picture
in a beautiful golden frame
Yes, it's only a beautiful picture
In a beautiful golden frame
