Sitting 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 caloused all 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
Though life has been bitter she'd live it again
And carry the cross that is more than her share
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
It wouldn't take much to gladden her heart
Just some small remembrance on somebody'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 be willing to let her sit there own
They'd never be willing to let her sit there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
I look at her 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