Chords for Burl Ives - Grandfather's Clock
Tempo:
86.15 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
My [C#] grandfather's clock [F#] was too tall [B] for the shelf, [F#] so it stood [C#] ninety years [F#] on the floor.
It was taller [C#] by half [F#] than the old [B] man himself, [F#] though it weighed [C#] not a penny [F#] weight more.
It was bought on the morn [B] of the day that [F#] he was born.
It was always [G#] his treasure [C#] and pride.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life reckoned snumbering.
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died.
In watching [C#] its pendulum [F#] swing [B] to and fro, [F#] many hours [C#] I spent [F#] while a boy.
And in childhood [C#] and manhood [F#] the clock [B] seemed to know, [F#] and to share [C#] both his grief [F#] and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four [B] when he entered [F#] at the door, with a blooming [G#] and beautiful [C#] bright.
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
[C#] [F#] [B]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
It rang [C#] an alarm [F#] in the dead [B] of the night, [F#] an alarm [C#] that had never [F#] been rung.
And we knew [C#] that his spirit [F#] was looming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour [C#] of departure [F#] had come.
Still the clock kept its time, [B] with a soft [F#] and muffled chime, as we [G#] silently stood [C#] by his side.
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never [B] to go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life reckoned snumbering.
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B]
again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
[C#] [F#]
My [C#] grandfather's clock [F#] was too tall [B] for the shelf, [F#] so it stood [C#] ninety years [F#] on the floor.
It was taller [C#] by half [F#] than the old [B] man himself, [F#] though it weighed [C#] not a penny [F#] weight more.
It was bought on the morn [B] of the day that [F#] he was born.
It was always [G#] his treasure [C#] and pride.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life reckoned snumbering.
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died.
In watching [C#] its pendulum [F#] swing [B] to and fro, [F#] many hours [C#] I spent [F#] while a boy.
And in childhood [C#] and manhood [F#] the clock [B] seemed to know, [F#] and to share [C#] both his grief [F#] and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four [B] when he entered [F#] at the door, with a blooming [G#] and beautiful [C#] bright.
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
[C#] [F#] [B]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
It rang [C#] an alarm [F#] in the dead [B] of the night, [F#] an alarm [C#] that had never [F#] been rung.
And we knew [C#] that his spirit [F#] was looming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour [C#] of departure [F#] had come.
Still the clock kept its time, [B] with a soft [F#] and muffled chime, as we [G#] silently stood [C#] by his side.
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never [B] to go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, his life reckoned snumbering.
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B]
again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
Key:
F#
C#
B
G#
F#
C#
B
G#
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
My [C#] grandfather's clock [F#] was too tall [B] for the shelf, [F#] so it stood [C#] ninety years [F#] on the floor. _
It was taller [C#] by half [F#] than the old [B] man himself, [F#] though it weighed [C#] not a penny [F#] weight more. _
It was bought on the morn [B] of the day that [F#] he was born.
It was always [G#] his treasure [C#] and pride.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died. _
Ninety years without slumbering, _ _ his life reckoned snumbering.
It _ _ stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died. _
In watching [C#] its pendulum [F#] swing [B] to and fro, [F#] many hours [C#] I spent [F#] while a boy. _
And in childhood [C#] and manhood [F#] the clock [B] seemed to know, [F#] and to share [C#] both his grief [F#] and his joy. _
For it struck twenty-four [B] when he entered [F#] at the door, with a blooming [G#] and beautiful [C#] bright. _
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died. _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
It rang [C#] an alarm [F#] in the dead [B] of the night, [F#] an alarm [C#] that had never [F#] been rung. _
And we knew [C#] that his spirit [F#] was looming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour [C#] of departure [F#] had come. _
Still the clock kept its time, [B] with a soft [F#] and muffled chime, as we [G#] silently stood [C#] by his side.
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never [B] to go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
Ninety years without _ slumbering, _ _ his life reckoned snumbering. _ _
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B]
again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
My [C#] grandfather's clock [F#] was too tall [B] for the shelf, [F#] so it stood [C#] ninety years [F#] on the floor. _
It was taller [C#] by half [F#] than the old [B] man himself, [F#] though it weighed [C#] not a penny [F#] weight more. _
It was bought on the morn [B] of the day that [F#] he was born.
It was always [G#] his treasure [C#] and pride.
But [F#] it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died. _
Ninety years without slumbering, _ _ his life reckoned snumbering.
It _ _ stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, when [F#] the [C#] old man [F#] died. _
In watching [C#] its pendulum [F#] swing [B] to and fro, [F#] many hours [C#] I spent [F#] while a boy. _
And in childhood [C#] and manhood [F#] the clock [B] seemed to know, [F#] and to share [C#] both his grief [F#] and his joy. _
For it struck twenty-four [B] when he entered [F#] at the door, with a blooming [G#] and beautiful [C#] bright. _
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to [B] go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died. _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
It rang [C#] an alarm [F#] in the dead [B] of the night, [F#] an alarm [C#] that had never [F#] been rung. _
And we knew [C#] that his spirit [F#] was looming [B] for flight, [F#] that his hour [C#] of departure [F#] had come. _
Still the clock kept its time, [B] with a soft [F#] and muffled chime, as we [G#] silently stood [C#] by his side.
[F#] But it stopped [C#] short, [F#] never [B] to go again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.
Ninety years without _ slumbering, _ _ his life reckoned snumbering. _ _
It stopped [C#] short, [F#] never to go [B]
again, [F#] when the [C#] old [F#] man died.