Texty: Boyz II Men. My Grandfather's Clock.

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 the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.

My grandfather said that of all 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.

Grandfather's gone (tick, tock, tick, tock),
Grandfather's gone (tick, tock, tick, tock),

And kept in its place not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side;
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 been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming its flight
That the 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. (the old man died)
It stopped short never to go again,
When the old man died. (the old man, he died, he died, oh)