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 penny-weight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
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
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro
Many hours had he spent as a boy
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
And it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful 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
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 his flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
with its' soft and muffled chimes
As we  silently stood by his side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died