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
But it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
(Tic toc, tic toc)
His life's seconds numbering
(Tic toc, tic toc)
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 while a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy

For it struck 24 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
(Tic toc, tic toc)
His life's seconds numbering
(Tic toc, tic toc)
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'd found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

At it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
At its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
(Tic toc, tic toc)
His life's seconds numbering
(Tic toc, tic toc)
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

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 of 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
(Tic toc, tic toc)
His life's seconds numbering
(Tic toc, tic toc)
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died