is there anyone home in this house made of stone anyone inside know my name i ve been around for a half 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 your 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