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.