My Grandfather's Clock was too big for the shelf
So it stood 90 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 that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped, short, never to run again
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick tock, tick tock.
Ninety years numbering,
Tick tock, tick tock.
But it stopped, short, never to run again
When the old man died.