My Grandfather's Clock(maigurandofazazukurokku) アンジェラ・アキ

My grandfathers 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 .

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 .

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 .

And it 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 know 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 .

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.

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.

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.

And it 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 know 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.