I really loved this song when I was little. I found it in a box

of old newspaper clippings and wanted to get it written

down before I lost the paper or it disintegrated on me.

Grandfather's Clock

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 pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of 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.

Chorus,

Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tick, tick tick,
His life's seconds numbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
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
That it was the boy's pride 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.

My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found.
For it wasted no time and had one desire,
At the close of each day to be wound,
It was kept in it's place, not a frown upon it's face,
And it's hands never hung by it's side;
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 pluming for flight,

That his hour for departure had come.
Still the clock kept 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.