Hello and welcome to OpaSings.com, a website where Opa shares his love for music with his grandchildren and anyone who wants to join him. Opa is a Greek word that means grandfather, but it is also used as an expression of joy and celebration when dancing or singing1. Opa loves to sing nursery rhymes with his grandkids, especially one that is very close to his heart: My Grandfather’s Clock.
My Grandfather’s Clock is a classic nursery rhyme that was written by Henry Clay Work in 1876234. It tells the story of a grandfather’s clock that was too large for the shelf and stood on the floor for ninety years. The clock was faithful to its owner and stopped working when he died. The rhyme is very touching and thoughtful, and it reminds us of the bond between grandparents and grandchildren.
Opa sings this nursery rhyme with his own twist, adding some Greek words and melodies to make it more fun and lively. He also plays different musical instruments like the guitar, the piano, and the harmonica to accompany his singing. You can watch him perform this nursery rhyme on his YouTube channel56, where he also uploads other songs and videos.
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Lyrics
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
Refrain
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
Refrain
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died
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