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