House of Stone

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.