My Grandfather's Clock

<p>[Verse]<br/>My grandfather&#x27;s clock was too large for the shelf<br/>So it stood ninety years on the floor<br/>It was taller by half than the old man himself<br/>Though it weighed not a pennyweight more<br/>It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born<br/>And was always his treasure and pride<br/>But it stopped, short never to go again<br/>When the old man died<br/>Ninety years without slumbering<br/>His life seconds numbering<br/>It stopped, short never to go again<br/>When the old man died<br/>My grandfather said that of those he could hire<br/>Not a servant so faithful he found<br/>For it wasted no time and had but one desire<br/>At the close of each week to be wound<br/>And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face<br/>And its hands never hung by its side<br/>But it stopped short, never to go again<br/>When the old man died<br/>It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night<br/>An alarm that for years had been dumb<br/>And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight<br/>That his hour for departure had come<br/>Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime<br/>As we silently stood by his side<br/>But it stopped short, never to go again<br/>When the old man died<br/>Ninety years without slumbering<br/>His life seconds numbering<br/>It stopped short, never to go again<br/>When the old man died