my grandfather's clock was to large for the shelf so it stood ninety year's on the floor
It was taller by half then the old man himself though it weighed not a penny weight more
it was bought on the morn on the day he was born and was always his treasure and pride
but it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
ninety year's 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
in watching it's pendulum swinging to and fro,many hours had he spent while a boy;And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know and both shared his grief and his joy for it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door with the blooming and beautiful bride
but it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
ninety year's without slumbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
his life second's numbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
my grandfather said of those he could hire not a servant so faithful he found
for it wasted no time and it had one desire at the close of each week to be wound
and kept in it's place not a frown upon it's face and it's hand's never hung by it's side
but it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
ninety year's without slumbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
it's life second's numbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
it rang an alarm in the death of the night an alarm that year's had been dumb;and we knew that spirit was plumbing it's flight,that his hour of departure had come
still the clock kept the time with a soft muffled chime,as we stood silently by it's side
but it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died
ninety year's without slumbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
his life second's numbering "tick,tock,tick,tock"
it stopped,short never to go again when the old man died