He stood in a beautiful mansion Surrounded by riches untold And he gazed at a beautiful picture That hung in a frame of gold 'Twas the picture of a lady So beautiful young and fair To her beautiful life-like features He murmured in self-despair If those lips could only speak If those eyes could only see If those beautiful golden tresses 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 sat there and gazed at the painting Then stumbled, forgetting all pain For there in that mansion in fancy She stood by his side again And his lips they softly murmured 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 If those eyes could only see If those beautiful golden tresses 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