My grandfather's clock
was too large for the shelf
So itstood ninety years on the floor
Itwas taller by half
Than the oldman himself
Though itweighed not a pennyweight
more
Itwas bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But itstopped short
Never to go again
When the oldman died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Itstopped short
never to go again
When the oldman died
It watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro
Many hours had he spent while a boy
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For itstruck twenty -four
When he entered atthe door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But itstopped short
Never to go again
When the oldman died
For itstruck twenty -four
When he entered atthe door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But itstopped short
Never to go again
When the oldman died
Itrang an alarm
In the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming for flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But itstopped short
Never to go again
When the oldman died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Itstopped short
Never to go again
When the oldman died
Itstopped short
Never to go again
When the oldman died
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