January 12, 2016

Lyrics

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was larger by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a penny ounce more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Watching its pendulem swing to and fro
He had spent many hours as a boy
And in manhood the clock seemed to know
and shared both his sorrows and joys.

For it s24 when he entered at the door
With his beautiful blooming bride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of all those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

It was kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

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