Jam Lama Atok..

Ookina noppo no furudokei
Ojiisan no tokei
Hyakunen itsumo ugoite ita
Gojiman no tokei sa
Ojiisan no umareta asa ni
Katte kita tokei sa
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei

Hyakunen yasumazu ni
Chiku taku chiku taku
Ojiisan to issho ni
Chiku taku chiku taku
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei

Nan demo shitteru furudokei
Ojiisan no tokei
Kirei na hanayome yatte kita
Sono hi mo ugoiteta
Ureshii koto mo kanashii koto mo
Mina shitteru tokei sa
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei

Ureshii koto mo kanashii koto mo
Mina shitteru tokei sa
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei

Mayonaka ni beru ga natta
Ojiisan no tokei
Owakare no toki ga kita no wo
Mina ni oshieta no sa
Tengoku e noboru ojiisan
Tokei to mo owakare
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei

Hyakunen yasumazu ni
Chiku taku chiku taku
Ojiisan to issho ni
Chiku taku chiku taku
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei
Ima wa mou ugokanai sono tokei


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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;

But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
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 hand never hung by its side.

But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

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 his flight,
That his hour of 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,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.