My Grandfathers Clock

My Grandfathers Clock
(Spoken)
Way down south, down a long dusty road, There's an old ramshackle house
that nobody lives in anymore.
And if you walk down the hall and look, you'll see an old Grandfathers Clock
that don't run anymore. It's silent now, and it's covered up with spider webs.
That was my Grandfathers Clock. And this song is the story of that clock.
(Sung)
My Grandfathers 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 penny-weight 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.
And my Grandfather said, that of those he could hire, not a servant so faithful he found.
For it wasted no time, and it had but one desire at the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place; not a frown upon its face.
And its hands never hung by it 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.
Well, it rang an alarm, in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew that his Spirit was pluming for Flight,
That his hour for departure had come still the clock
Kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime.
As we silently stood by his 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.
(Spoken)
And I've been thinking that someday, I'm going down
to my Grandpa's old house. And I'm gonna get that old clock.
And I'm gonna shine it up. And I'm gonna oil it up good.
And get it fixed up pretty. And it'll keep time for me.
Just like it did for my Grandpa.