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Cheshire WA8 9HD
United Kingdom
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Grandfather's Clock

By Henry Work (popular song)

use play button to listen to the song &
use the stop button to halt playing

 

First Verse

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, and was always his treasure and pride.

But, it stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died.

 

Chorus

Ninety years without slumbering, (tick, tick, tick, tick).

His life's seconds numbering, (tick, tick, tick, tick).

It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died.

 

Second Verse

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro, many hours had he spent while a boy.

And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know, and to share both his grief and his joy.

For 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.

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Third Verse

My grandfather said that of 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.

And it 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.

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Last Verse

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 of departure had come.

Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime, as we silently stood by his side.

But it stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died.

 

Finish song with Chorus.