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
It 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
In watching it's pendulum
Swing to and fro
Many hours had he
spent while a boy
And in childhood
and manhood
The clock seemed
to know
And share both his
grief and his joy
And it struck
twentyfour
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
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 his 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 it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died