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,
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.
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.
In rang in 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 of departure has come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we sliently 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,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
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