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
I haven’t laughed so much in years and boy did I scream, it’s not that the rights where long or even overtly exciting. It was the sheer pleasure of being out with my family in a different environment, doing different things and having fun. My voice is completely shot!! Last time my voice was this bad was on a music day at a church in edmonton that I used to attend, its been quite some years now. I led out sang literally from morning till night and loved every minute of it. This loosing of my voice also reminds me of days when I was a basket ball groupie who followed the Leicester Riders dilligently with team members like Lonie Leggett!! Oh Wow!! It also reminds me of church socials where games like, Rythm, On the river on the bank, The Prince of Wales, One and Twenty and other such games of old where
played. Gosh young people really miss out today!! Church socials was were my love of Bar Soccer (otherwise known as table football) was born, Ahhh those where the days.
