My Grandfather's Clock
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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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

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
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 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 hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed 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

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

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering




It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Johnny Cash’s song My Grandfather’s Clock revolves around the story of a cherished clock, which stood for ninety years in a family’s home until the old man passed away. The song starts with Cash describing the clock, which was so tall that it had to be placed on the floor instead of a shelf. It weighed nothing more than that of the old man but was the pride and treasure of the family. The second verse reveals that the clock was bought on the morning the old man was born and it was his most faithful servant. It was always there to remind him of the time but eventually stopped ticking when he died.


The song’s melody and lyrics bring to light the human experience of life and death, and also the value of family treasures. The clock was a symbol of the old man's life that symbolized his time was up, and his death was imminent. The clock stops ticking when he breathes his last, and it does so with a soft and muffled chime that matches the silent weeping of his friends and family. All this suggests that Cash, in his inimitable way, memorialized the importance of one’s time and how we must never allow a moment to pass, as once it’s gone, it can never be retrieved.


Line by Line Meaning

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
The clock my grandfather owned was too big to be put on a shelf.


So it stood ninety years on the floor
It had been on the floor for ninety years because of its size.


It was taller by half than the old man himself
The clock was half as tall again as my grandfather.


Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
Despite its size, the clock weighed no more than a small weight.


It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
The clock was bought on the morning when my grandfather was born.


And was always his treasure and pride
The clock was always special to my grandfather and he was proud of it.


But it stopped, short never to go again
The clock stopped working and would never work again.


When the old man died
This happened at the time when my grandfather died.


Ninety years without slumbering
For ninety years, the clock kept running without taking a break.


His life seconds numbering
It counted every second of his life.


My grandfather said that of those he could hire
My grandfather believed that there was no servant as dedicated as the clock.


Not a servant so faithful he found
He never found anyone else who was as loyal as the clock.


For it wasted no time and had but one desire
The clock never wasted time and its only goal was to be wound once a week.


At the close of each week to be wound
Every week, it had to be wound up.


And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
The clock was always in its place, never frowning.


And its hands never hung by its side
The clock's hands never stuck in one place and was always moving.


But it stopped short, never to go again
The clock stopped working and would never work again.


When the old man died
My grandfather died at the time when the clock stopped working.


It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
In the middle of the night, the clock rang and made a loud noise.


An alarm that for years had been dumb
For years, the alarm had not made any noise.


And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
We could tell that my grandfather's spirit was preparing to leave this world.


That his hour for departure had come
It was the time for my grandfather to leave this world.


Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
The clock kept ticking away quietly at the time.


As we silently stood by his side
We were all there quietly standing by my grandfather's side.


But it stopped short, never to go again
The clock stopped working and would never work again.


When the old man died
My grandfather died at the time when the clock stopped working.


Ninety years without slumbering
For ninety years, the clock kept running without taking a break.


His life seconds numbering
It counted every second of his life.


It stopped short, never to go again
The clock stopped working and would never work again.


When the old man died
My grandfather died at the time when the clock stopped working.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Capitol CMG Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Henry Clay Work

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