It's a churchyard auction, a sight to see,
where the eyes are big, and the odds are lean.
The pockets all are empty, the chances all are gone,
but there's a free bet yet on a house of stone,
a house of stone.
Now some may sing sounds of hallelujah
and dream about a mansion of gold,
but to each be true and to each be known.
My dreams all are resting on a house of stone,
a house of stone.
Say that devil's a sly one with many kind friends.
His riches are boundless, they know no no end.
Down in the valley, the shadow's grown,
but in the light of Calvary sits a house of stone,
a house of stone.
