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Grandfather's Clock

lyrics & music by Henry Clay Work

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,

It 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,

It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,

Many hours he spent while a boy.

And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,

And to share 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.

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 plumbing in flight,

That his 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.

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.

It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

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