Büyükbabamın Saati (Henry C. Work)

My Grandfather’s Clock by Henry C. Work 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 pleasure and pride But it stopped short Never to go again When the Old- Man—died Ninety years without slumbering Tick Tock Tick Tock His life seconds numbering Tick Tock Tick But it stopped short Never to go again When the old- man- died. He watched as its pendelum rocked to and fro Many hours he had spent as 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 As he entered through the door With a blooming and beautiful 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 found For it kept perfect time And its only desire At the close of each week to be wound And it kept in its place With a smile upon its face And its hands never hung by its side But it stopped short Never to go again When the old man died