Текст песни Grandpa Jones - Grandfather's Clock

My Grandfather's Clock
Henry Clay Work, as performed by Grandpa Jones

My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was larger by half
Than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyounce 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 when a boy
Then in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know
And to share both his sorrows and 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
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
Of all 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
It was 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
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.