Is There Anyone Home - Gordon Lightfoot

Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?

Anyone inside know my name

I’ve been around for a half of a hundred days.

Never saw a door shut so tight

Turn around, don’t look down

There’s a man behind you with a gun

Like any wandering child in the wilderness,

Wild and uncaged are your ways

I think I heard

Someone stirred

I think I heard

Someone stirred

There’s a light around you

I’ve come to switch it on It will brighten every room

Don’t be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart.

You got that feelin' in your soul

Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?

Anyone in there who might care

I’ve grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed.

Got a few good tales to unwind

Turn around, don’t look down

There’s a man behind you with a gun.

Like any wandering minstrel I’ve dawned in the house of a thousand delights.

I think I heard

Someone stirred

I think I heard

Someone stirred

I think I heard

Someone stirred

I think I heard

Someone stirred

I think I heard

Someone stirred

I think I heard

Someone stirred