My Grandfather's Clock Henry Clay Work, as performed by Grandpa Jones
My grandfather's clock Was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was larger by half Than the old man himself Though it weighed not a pennyounce 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 when a boy Then in childhood and manhood The clock seemed to know And to share both his sorrows and joy For it struck twenty-four When he entered at the door With a blooming and beautiful bride 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
My grandfather said Of all those he could hire Not a servant so faithful he found For it wasted no time And had but one desire At the close of each week to be wound It was kept in its place Not a frown upon its face And its hands never hung by its 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.