Lirik Lagu Grandfather's Clock - Johnny Cash
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
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 he was born,It was always his treasure and pride,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,Many hours he spent as a boy.And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,And it shared both his sorrow and joy.
And it struck twenty-four when he entered the door,With a blooming and beautiful bride,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick,It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock,And 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.It wasted no time and it had one desire,At the end of the week to be wound.
And it stayed in its place, not a frown upon its face,And it's hands never hung by it's side,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Now it rang an alarm in the still of the night,An alarm that for years had been dumb.We knew that his spirit was pluming in flight,That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept its time with a soft and muffled chime,As we silently stood by his side,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick,It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
It was bought on the morn of the day he was born,It was always his treasure and pride,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,Many hours he spent as a boy.And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,And it shared both his sorrow and joy.
And it struck twenty-four when he entered the door,With a blooming and beautiful bride,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick,It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock,And 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.It wasted no time and it had one desire,At the end of the week to be wound.
And it stayed in its place, not a frown upon its face,And it's hands never hung by it's side,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Now it rang an alarm in the still of the night,An alarm that for years had been dumb.We knew that his spirit was pluming in flight,That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept its time with a soft and muffled chime,As we silently stood by his side,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick,It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock,And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
