Rocking Alone in an Old Rocking Chair
Sittin alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

Her hands were all calloused and wrinkled and old
A life of hard work was the story they told
And I thought of angels as I saw her there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

Bless her old heart do you think she’d complain
The ones who forgot her, she loves just the same
And carry that cross that is more than her share
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

It wouldn’t take much to glad her heart
Just somе small remembrance on somеbody’s part
A letter would brighten her empty life there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

I know some youngsters in an orphan’s home
Who’d think they’d own heaven if she were their own
They’d never be willing to let her sit there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
I look at her there and I think what a shame
The ones who forgot her she loves just the same
And I think of angels as I see her there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair