"My Grandfathers clock was to large for the shelf so it stood ninety years on the floor..."
2006-10-05 18:42:01 · 12 answers · asked by pinacoladasundae 3 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Music
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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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 in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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 its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its 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.
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming his 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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
2006-10-05 18:44:37 · answer #1 · answered by nycanwait 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Grandfather's Clock by Henry Clay Work
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 stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.
CHORUS
Ninety years without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
It stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.
2.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And its childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.
(CHORUS)
3.
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 its place-- not a frown on its face,
And the hands never hung by its side;
But it stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.
4.
It rang an alarm 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 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 stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.
(CHORUS)
2006-10-05 18:46:19 · answer #2 · answered by Hi My Name is 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Grandfather's Clock
by Burl Ives
album:
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.
It was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped. Short.
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
His life seconds numbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
It stopped. Short.
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had I spent while a boy.
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his
Grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four,
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.
It rang an alarm,
In the dead of the night.
An alarm that for years had never been rung.
And we knew that his spirit,
Was pluming his 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,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
His life seconds numbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
It stopped. Short.
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
2006-10-05 18:51:30 · answer #3 · answered by Cat 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
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.
It was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped. Short.
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
His life seconds numbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
It stopped. Short.
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had I spent while a boy.
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his
Grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four,
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.
It rang an alarm,
In the dead of the night.
An alarm that for years had never been rung.
And we knew that his spirit,
Was pluming his 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,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
His life seconds numbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
It stopped. Short.
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
2006-10-05 18:45:44 · answer #4 · answered by wuxxler 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
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,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
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 in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
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,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
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 its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming his 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,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
2006-10-05 18:46:10 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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 in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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 its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its 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.
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming his 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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
2006-10-05 18:45:35 · answer #6 · answered by hybriddyme 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
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 he was born, & was always his treasure & pride;bit it stopped short never to go again when the old man died - do i get 10 pts?
2006-10-05 18:51:46 · answer #7 · answered by momatendofrope 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Minun Isoisä kello jotta avara ajaksi kallionkieleke joten se alusta yhdeksänkymmentä ikä model after kerros
I think.
2006-10-05 18:55:56 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
.....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.
2006-10-05 18:47:14 · answer #9 · answered by Hammy 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
it was taller by half than the old man himself but it weight not a penny weight more.
2006-10-05 18:56:35 · answer #10 · answered by bones 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋