He stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
He gazed on a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
Was a picture of a lady
So beautiful, young, and fair
To those beautiful life-like features
He murmured in sad despair
"If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful, golden dresses
Were there 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"
With all of his great powers
He knows he can never replace
One thing in that mansion that's absent
His wife's tender, smiling face
Each time he sees her picture
These words he will always say
"All my wealth I would freely forfeit
And toil for you night and day"
"If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful, golden dresses
Were there 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 the painting
Then slumbered, forgetting all pains
And there in that mansion in fancy
She stood by his side again
Then his lips, they softly murmured
The name of his one sweet bride
With his eyes fixed on that picture
He awoke from his dreams and cried
"If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful, golden dresses
Were there 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"