My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
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So it stood ninety years on the floor
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It was taller by half than the old man himself
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And it weight not a penny's weight more
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It was bought on the morn that my grandpa was born
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And was always his treasure and pride
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died
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Ninety years without slumbering (tic tac tic tac)
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His life's seconds numbering (tic tac tic tac)
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died.
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At watching its pendulum swing to and fro
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Many hours he had spent as a boy
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As he grew into manhood the clock seemed to know
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For it sharaed everyu sorrow and joy
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And it struck tewntyfour as he entered the door
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With his beautiful and blushing bride
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died
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My grandfather said that of those he could hire
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Not a servant so faithful he'd found
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For it wasted no time and it had but one desire
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At the close of each week to be wound
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Yes it kept in its place but not a frown upon its face
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And its hands never hung by its side
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died
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Then it rang an alarm in the dead of the night
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An alarm that for years had been dumb
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And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
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That his hour for departure had come
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Yes the clock kept the time
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With a soft and muffled chime
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As we stood there and watched by his side
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But it stopped short never to go again
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When the old man died
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Grandfather's Clock
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Doc Watson |