| G D G C | G D G / | G D G C | G D G / |
| G / Am G | / A7 D / | G D G C | G D G / |
| G / / / | / / / / | / D G C | G D G / |Oh my grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
Then 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 ---
Then it stopped short, never to go again when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
many hours did he spend 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
as he entered at the door
with a blooming and beautiful bride.
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 stayed in its place
not a frown upon its face,
and its hands never hung by its side.
Then it rang an alarm in the dead of the night,
an alarm that for years had been numb.
And we knew that his spirit was pluming its 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.