Mygrandfather's clock was too large for the shelf

So it stoodninety years on the floor

It was tallerby half than the old man himself

Thought itweighed not a penny weight more

It was boughton the mom of the day that he was born

And was alwayshid treasure and pride

But it stoppedshort, never to go again

When the oldman died

In watchingit's pendulum swing to and for

Many hours hadhe spent while a boy

And inchildhood and manhood the clock seemed to know

And to shareboth his grief and his joy

For it strucktwenty-four when he entered at the door

With ablooming and beautiful bride

But it stoppedshort, never to go again, when the old man died

Ninety yearswithout slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)

His lifeseconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick) it stopped short, never to go again,when the old man died

My grandfathersaid that old those he could hire

Not a servantso faithful he found

For it wastedno time and had but one desire

At the closeof each week-to be would

And it kept inits place, not a frown upon its face

And its handsnever hug by its side

But it stoppedshort, never to go again, when the old man died It rang an alarm in the dead ofthe night

An alarm thatfor years had been dumb

And we knewthat his spirit was pluming for flight

That his hourof departure had come

Still theclock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime

As we silentlystood by his side But it stopped short, never to go again, when the old mandied

Ninety yearswithout slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)

His lifeseconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)

It stoppedshort, never to go again, when the old man died