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Grandfather's Clock - Quinka/Yawn
詞：Henry Clay Work
曲：Henry Clay Work
Tick tock tick tock
Tick tock tick tock
My grandfather's clock was to
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 from
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
And it struck twenty-four
When he entered 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
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 its flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft 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
