My grandfather's clockの歌が含まれ

My grandfather's clock was to 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.

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 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.

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 an alarm in the dead of the night,

An alarm that for years had been dumb;

And we know that his spirit was

pluming its flight,

That his hour of departure had come.

Still the clock kept the time,

with a soft muffled chime,

As we silently stood by his side;

But it stopped short,

Never to go again,

When the old man died.

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

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 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

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 stopped short

Never to go again

When the old man died

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

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 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

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

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

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 stopped short

Never to go again

When the old man died