There's a picture on my bedside table in a frame that's brown and gold I haven't had the picture long and the frame's not very old,

But that picture and that picture frame, they mean the world to me,

I keep it close, right by my bed, so that it's the last thing that I see

And as i close my eyes to sleep with that image in my mind,

There is a peace that comes and caresses me and helps me to unwind

It's her quiet smile as i say goodnight that soothes my turmoiled brain

Knowing that after a tranquil night, I'll see that smile again

The comfort is in the knowing that those brown eyes will never close

My bedside guardian angel, my own, sweet summer rose.

I talk to her and tell her how my broken heart does pine,

How the sun no longer warms me, nor for me do night stars shine,

I tell her that the moon she loved has lost its silvery glow

I remind her of our evening walks, for I know she loved them so.

The world is cold without her, a grey and dismal place,

Until I look at that photograph and see that sweet smile upon her face.

For that smile, it brings back memories, it warms my ice bound heart,

It prepares my mind for that hypnotic sleep where lovers never part.

The comfort is in the knowing that those brown eyes will never close,

My bedside guardian angel, my own, sweet summer rose.