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 mom 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 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 hands never hung by his 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 fo 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
Ninety years of that 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
