My F#grandfather's C#7clock was too F#tall for the Bshelf, so it F#stood ninety C#7 years on the F#floor;
It was F#taller by C#7half than the F#old man himBself, though it F#weight not a C#7pennyweight F#more.
It was bought on the morn of the C#7day that he was F#born, and was always his G#7treasure and C#7pride;
But it F#stopped C#7short F#never to go Bagain when the F#old C#7man F#died.
Ninety F#years without slumbering, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, His life seconds numbering, Tick tock tick tock,
it stopped C#7short F#never to go Bagain when, when the F#old C#7man F#died.
At F#watching its C#7pendulum F#swing to and Bfro, Many F#hours he had C#7spent as a F#boy
As F#he grew into C#7manhood the F#clock seemed to Bknow, For it F#shared every C#7sorrow and F#joy
And it struck twenty-four as he C#7entered the F#door, With his beautiful and G#7blushing C#7bride.
But it F#stopped C#7short F#never to go Bagain, When the F#old C#7man F#died
My F#grandfather C#7said that of F#those he could Bhire, Not a F#servant so C#7faithful he'd F#found
For it F#wasted no C#7time and it F#had but one Bdesire At the F#close of each C#7week to be F#wound
Yet it kept in its place not a C#7frown upon its F#face, And its hands never G#7hung by its C#7side
But it F#stopped C#7short F#never to go Bagain, When the F#old C#7man F#died
Then it F#rang an C#7alarm in the F#dead of the Bnight, An F#alarm that for C#7years had been F#dumb.
And we F#knew that his C#7spirit was F#pluming for Bflight, That his F#hour for C#7departure had F#come
Yet the clock kept the time,With a C#7soft and muffled F#chime, As we stood there and watched G#7by his C#7side
But it F#stopped C#7short F#never to go Bagain, When the F#old C#7man F#died
Chords Used:
B,C#7,F#,G#7