My Grandfather's Clock

MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK

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My grand-fath-er's clock
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Was too large for the shelf
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So it stood nine-ty years on the floor;
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It was tall-er by half
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Than the old man him-self,
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Tho’ it weighed not a pen-ny-weight more.
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It was bought on the morn
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Of the day that he was born,
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It was al-ways his trea-sure and pride;

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But it stopped short
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Nev-er to go a-gain,
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When the old man died.
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Nine-ty years with-out slum-ber-ing,
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Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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His life sec-onds num-ber-ing,
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Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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It stopped short
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Nev-er to go a-gain,
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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 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.

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 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 hand 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.

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 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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

Johnny Cash;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Txsa97oIi_c