Grandfather's Clock

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 penny ounce 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
 Watching its pendulem swing to and fro
 He had spent many hours as a boy
 And in manhood the clock seemed to know
 and shared both his sorrows and joys.
 For it s24 when he entered at the door
 With his beautiful blooming 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 that 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