If Those Lips Could Only Speak

Foster and Allen Miscellaneous If those eyes could only see If those beautiful golden tresses We're here in reality Could I only take your hand As I did when you told my name But it's only a beautiful picture In a beautiful golden frame It stood in a beautiful mansion Surrounded by riches untold And he gazed at the beautiful picture That hung in a frame of gold Was the picture of a lady So beautiful young and fair To this beautiful life-like vision He murmured in self-despair He stood there and gazed on that picture Then stumbling forgetting all pain For there in that mansion in fancy She stood by his side again His lips softly murmured The name of his once sweet bride With his eyes fixed on that picture He walked from his dream and cried