I woke up this morning with a few bars of this song in my head and called around my sisters to see if any of them could remember it. One did so here it is enjoy!
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 he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he spent as a boy
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And it shared both his sorrow and joy
And it struck twenty-four when he entered the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick
It’s life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
And 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
It wasted no time and it had one desire
At the end of the week to be wound
And it stayed in its place, not a frown upon its face
And it’s hands never hung by it’s side
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
Now it rang an alarm in the still of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
We knew that his spirit was pluming in flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept its time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick
It’s life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died
positive in everything as much as I can. I’ve committed to tell myself the good stuff, to affirm myself with my words and actions and to step into all that I can be and all that I am!!