Johnny Cash - My Grandfather’s Clock lyrics
[Johnny Cash - My Grandfather’s Clock lyrics]
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 that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
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
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in it's place
Not a frown upon it's face
And it's hands never hung by it's side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
It rang and alarmed in the dead 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
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
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 that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
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
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in it's place
Not a frown upon it's face
And it's hands never hung by it's side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
It rang and alarmed in the dead 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
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died