My Grandfather's Clock

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 pennyweight 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

Tick tock tick tock

His life seconds numbering

Tick tock tick tock

It stopped short

Never to go again

When the old man 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 it struck twenty-four

When he entered at the door

With a blooming and beautiful 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 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

And it kept in its place

Not a frown upon its face

And its hand 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

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 silently stood by his 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