My grandfather's clock was too big 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 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 Yes, the clock kept the time with a soft and lullful chime As we silently stood by his side But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died (Ninety years, ninety years, ninety years...) (Ninety years, ninety years, ninety years...) (Ninety years, ninety years, ninety years...)