My Grandfather's Clock Video (MV)

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 pennyweight 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.

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering,
But 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 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.

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering,
But it stopp'd 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.

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering,
But it stopp'd 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 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.

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