The Clock Stopped

Never to go again

Yesterday we said goodbye to a dear old relative:

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My Grandfather’s Clock

… My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelfSo it stood ninety years on the floorIt was taller by half than the old man himselfThough it weighed not a pennyweight more

… It was bought on the morn’ of the day that he was bornAnd was always his treasure and prideBut it stopped, short never to go againWhen the old man died

… Ninety years without slumberingHis life seconds numberingIt stopped, short never to go againWhen the old man died

… My grandfather said that of those he could hireNot a servant so faithful he foundFor it wasted no time and had but one desireAt the close of each week to be wound

… And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its faceAnd its hands never hung by its sideBut it stopped short, never to go againWhen the old man died

… It rang and alarmed in the dead of the nightAn alarm that for years had been dumbAnd we knew that his spirit was pluming for flightThat his hour for departure had come

… Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chimeAs we silently stood by his sideBut it stopped short, never to go againWhen the old man died

… Ninety years without slumberingHis life seconds numberingIt stopped short, never to go againWhen the old man died

Johnny Cash

 

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