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 he was born
And twas 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
It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
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 as a boy
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And it shared both his sorrow and joy.

For it struck twenty-four when he entered 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 the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

It rang an alarm in the still of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
We all knew that his spirit was pluming in flight
That his hour of departure had come.

Still the clock kept its 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 without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock
It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.