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
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 a man who the clock seemed to know
And it shared both his grief and his joy
For it struck twentyfour when he entered at the door
With a blooning and beautiful bride
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died
Instrumental
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd 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 the hands never hung by its 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 planning for flight
That the 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
Many years without slumbering (tic tac tic tac)
His life's seconds numbering (tic tac tic tac)
It stopped short never to go again
When the old man died
