Is There Anyone Home

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 dawne

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