Grandfather's Clock　　　　Ken Hirai 　　　　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, 　　　　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 stopp'd short, Never to go again, 　　　　When the old man died.... 　　　　(Chorus) 　　　　Ninety years without slumbering 　　　　Tick, tock, tick, tock, 　　　　His life seconds numbering, 　　　　Tick, tock, tick, tock 　　　　It stopp'd 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 stopp'd short, Never to go again, 　　　　When the old man died.... 　　　　It rang an alarm in the dead of the night, 　　　　And alarm that for years had been dumb; 　　　　And we knew that his spirit was pluming for 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 stopp'd short, Never to go again, 　　　　When the old man died.... -- 　　　　　　　　　　　　无欲问你按佗来　问你按佗去 　　　　　　　　　　　　迷人的吉他声　你作阮的知己 　　　　　　　　　　　　ntupoet.idv.tw --

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