Golden Frames

Your baby picture was-a hide in a box

With taxes, treasures and love notes

It's been a long time since I peeked inside

My heart is too tender for these things

But what do I do

If I try to peer inside

And I find a little picture with your face in a frame?

Now my heart, oh, now my heart, oh

These golden frames are burning

These golden frames are burning

These golden frames are burning

These golden frames are burning

These golden frames are burning

These golden frames are burning

These golden frames