Grandfather's Clock - Sam Cooke

Tick tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock

Now my grandfathers' clock was too large for the shelf

So it stood 90 years on the floor

It was taller by half than the old man himself

Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

Now it was bought on the morn

Of the day that he was born

And it was always his treausure and pride

But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died

Oh, now 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 on his face

And his hands never hung by its side

But you know that it stopped short

Never to go again when the old man died

Now rang an alarm in the dead of the night

An alarm that for years had been dumb

And we that his spirit was 'plumming' for flight

That his hour for departure had come

Still that clock kept the time

With a soft and muffled chime

As we solemnly stood by his side

But you know that it stopped short

Never to go again when the old man died

You know that it stopped short

Never to go again when the old boy died