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 all callused 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

Though life has been bitter she'd live it again

And carry that cross that is more than her share

Rocking alone in an old rocking chair



It wouldn't take much just 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 orphans' home

Who'd think they owned heaven if she was their 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