[Verse 1] In a cupboard under stairs, a boy with lightning scar, Dreamed of worlds beyond the glass, of places near and far. On his eleventh birthday, a giant knocked the door, “Hagrid’s here with letters green, you’re a wizard, Harry—more!” Owl post flew through the night, from Hogwarts far away, A castle full of secrets, where magic comes to play. [Chorus] Oh, the Sorcerer’s Stone, hidden deep below, Guarded by a three-head dog and spells we’ll come to know. From the Dursleys’ cold disdain to the Sorting Hat’s wise call, Harry Potter finds his home within these ancient walls. [Verse 2] Diagon Alley’s wonders, a wand of holly bright, Eleven inches, phoenix core, for courage in the fight. On the Hogwarts Express, red engine steaming fast, Met Ron with chocolate frogs and Hermione, unsurprised. Gryffindor’s brave table, beneath the enchanted sky, Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes, McGonagall standing by. [Chorus] Oh, the Sorcerer’s Stone, hidden deep below, Guarded by a three-head dog and spells we’ll come to know. From the Dursleys’ cold disdain to the Sorting Hat’s wise call, Harry Potter finds his home within these ancient walls. [Verse 3] Quidditch through the heavens, on a Nimbus two thousand broom, Snitch of gold evades his grasp, but courage fills the room. Troll in the bathroom, a friendship forged in fear, Three hearts beat as one against the darkness drawing near. Mirror of Erised shows the family he never had, A mother’s smile, a father’s wave—yet Voldemort’s still mad. [Bridge] Through Devil’s Snare and flying keys, a giant chessboard stands, Ron sacrifices himself with a knight in trembling hands. Hermione’s logic burns the poison, the fire’s deadly game, Harry faces Quirrell alone, the Stone within his claim. [Verse 4] “You-Know-Who” upon the turban, a face of chalk and dread, But love’s protection scars his touch—Voldemort has fled. Dumbledore awards the points, Gryffindor wins the Cup, The feast is bright with banners red, the house-elves fill each cup. [Final Chorus] Oh, the Sorcerer’s Stone, now safe from evil’s hold, A boy has found his courage, a story to be told. From the Dursleys’ shadowed cage to the friends who’ll never fall, Harry Potter’s journey’s just begun—there’s magic after all. [Outro] So raise your butterbeer tonight, let the firelight glow, For the boy who lived, and the friends who helped him grow.


