My Grandfather's Clock (cover)

[G]My grandfather's [D]clock

Was too l[G]arge for the [C]shelf

So it [G]stood ninety [D]years on the f[G]loor

It was taller by [D]half than the the [G]old man him[C]self

Though it [G]weighed not a [D]pennyweights [G]more

It was [G]bought on the morn

Of the [C]day that he was [G]born

And was always his [A]pleasure and [D]pride

But it s[G]topped [D]short

[G]Never to go [C]again

When the [G]old [D]man d[G]ied

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

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

It rang and alarmed 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 for 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

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died