歌词
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
My grandfather's clock; Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a penny-weight 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.
Ninety years without slumbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
His life seconds numbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
It stopped short never to go again
When the old man died.
(And) my grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faitful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it 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.
It rang 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 for departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time; with its' soft and muffled chimes
As we proudly stood by his side
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
His life seconds numbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
It stopped short never to go again
When the old man died.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock......