My Grandfather's Clock was too big for the shelf 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
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 run again When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering Tick tock, tick tock Ninety years numbering Tick tock, tick tock But it stopped, short, never to run again When the old man diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
