My grandfather's clock

This song was frequently sung by us in our primary "music" classes. Our sir at the time, a bearded bespectacled silent fellow used his lovely hobner guitar for striking the right chords for this song.and all of us kiddos almost shouted the song…but it was fun. The rythmatic medium paced chords palyed wonderfully by a lovely guitar and the kiddos shouting their throats out with the song. Truly nostalgic…I thought of this song some days back and it brought back to me all the memories of the primary school, the subjects and thr strict rules but it also brought the pleasant memories and a classy song…I got the lyrics and the chords an instrumental version of the song and also understood that it was the song sung by Johnny cash. I am just waiting to see if I can download it…meanwhile I have to be happy with lyrics and instrumental version.
Reading the lyrics I felt that how a mundane thing a non living object stops living when its buddy dies..
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 stopped 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 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 at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS
My grandfather said
That of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An 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 and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.