My Grandfathers clock
Was too tall 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
In watching it's pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours had he spent as 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 tick, tick tick
His life seconds numbering
Tick tick, tick tick
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 it's place
Not a frown upon it's face
And it's hands never hung by it's 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 know 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 it's side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick tick, tick tick
His life seconds numbering
Tick tick, tick tick
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died