My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was taller by half than the old man himself But it weighed not a pennyweight more
Ninety years without slumbering Tic toc tic toc His life's seconds numbering Tic toc tic toc It stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died. It was bought on the morn on 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. But it stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died.