Doc Watson Lyrics

Doc Watson Lyrics

"Grandfather's Clock Lyrics"

Somewhere Else Lyrics
Somewhere else, Anywhere far from this place (I) can no more breath While I remember your face Today again (I) won't come to weep for your remains Can't find the strength

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
And it weight not a penny's weight more
It was bought on the morn that my grandpa was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering (tic tac tic tac)
A-tisket A-tasket Lyrics
A-tisket A-tasket A brown and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it u
His life's seconds numbering (tic tac tic tac)
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died.

(break)

At watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent as a boy
As he grew into manhood the clock seemed to know
For it sharaed everyu sorrow and joy
And it struck tewntyfour as he entered the door
With his beautiful and blushing bride
But it
His Daughter Caroline Lyrics
So few years ago her daddy held her in his arms Snugged the blanket around her feet to help and keep 'em warm When he kissed her tender cheek, oh, how her eyes would shine His ev'ry dream was bu
stopped short never to go again
When the old man died

(break)

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found
For it wasted no time and it had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
Yes it kept in its place but not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short never to go again
When t
Thinking Round Corners Lyrics
All of you sit up in bed. Don't think in straight lines ahead. Can't sleep? Head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in. Think back to the dream you had; no sense of being good or bad.
he old man died

(break)

Then 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 for departure had come
Yes the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we stood there and watched by his side
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died



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