If those lips could only speak I He stood in a beautiful mansion Surrounded by riches untold He gazed at a beautiful picture That hung in a frame of gold Twas a picture of a lady So beautiful young and fair With his eyes fixed on the picture He murmured in sad despair Chorus 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 II He stood there and gazed at the painting In slumber forgetting all pain (Then slumbered, forgetting all pain??) And there in that mansion he fancied She stood by his side again His lips the softly murmured The name of his once sweet bride With his eyes fixed on the picture He woke from his dream and cried Chorus
They don't write songs like this anymore!
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