Grandfather's Clock

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood 90 years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it weighed not a penny's weight more

It was bought on the morn' that my grandpa was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

90 years without slumbering
His life's seconds numbering
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

At watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent as a boy
As he grew into manhood, the clock seemed to know
For it shared every sorrow and joy

And it struck 24 as he entered the door
With his beautiful and blushing bride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man die
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found
For it wasted no time, and it had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

Yes, it kept in its place but 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

Then 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

Yes, the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we stood there and watched by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died