My grandfather's clock was too big for the shelf
So it stood 90 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 run again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
Tick tock, tick tock
Ninety years numbering
Tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped, short, never to run again
When the old man died