Interpret:

Sam Cooke

Album:

Swing Low

tick tock, tick tock 4x


 now my grandfathers' clock
 was too large for the shelve
 so it stood 90 years on the floor
 it was taller by half than the old man himself
 though it weighed not a pennyweight more


 now it was bought on the morn
 of the day that he was born
 and it was always his treausure and pride
 but it stopped short never to go again
 when the old man died


 oh now my grandfather said
 that of those he could hire
 not a servant so faithful he found
 for it wasted no time
 and it had but one desire
 atn the close of each week to be wound
 and it kept in its place
 not a frown on his face
 and his hands never hung by its side
 but you know that it stopped short
 never to go again
 when the old man died


 now rang an alarm
 in the dead of the night
 an alarm that for years had been dumb
 and we that his spirit
 was 'plumming' for flight
 that his hour for departure had come


 still that clock kept the time
 with a soft and muffled chime
 as we solemnly stood by his side
 but you know that it stopped short
 never to go again
 when the old man died


 you know that it stopped short
 never to go again
 when the old boy died