High on the Mantel Lyrics

High on the mantel rose a moan 

It came from an idol carved in bone

"Oh, it's so lonesome here alone, 

With no one near to love me!"

A cautious smile came over the face 

Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase 

"Are you sure," she said, with charming grace, 

"There's no one near to love you?"