Grandfather’s Clock (Sugar Hill Version) Doc Watson

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
And it weight not a penny's weight more

It was bought on the morn that my grandpa 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
His life's seconds numbering
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

At watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent as a boy
As he grew into manhood, the clock seemеd to know
For it shared every sorrow and joy

And it struck tеwnty-four as he entered the door
With his beautiful and blushing bride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound