文本歌词

If Those Lips Could Only Speak - Peter Dawson
He stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
As he gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
Was a picture of a lady
So beautiful young and fair
To this beautiful life like picture
He murmured in sad despair
If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden tresses
Were here 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 that picture
And slumbering forgetting all pain
For there in that mansion of fancy
She stood by his side again
His lips then softly murmured
The name of his once sweet bride
With his eyes fixed on that picture
He awoke from his sleep and he cried
If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden tresses
Were here 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