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.