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



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...