Sitting Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair I Saw An Old Mother With Silvery Hair

She Seemed So Neglected By Those Who Should Care Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair

Her Hands Were Caloused And Wrinckled And Old

A Life Full Of Hard Work Were The Story They Told

And I've Thought Of Angels As I Saw Her There Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' 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 Rockin' Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair

(It Wouldn't Take Much Just To Gladden Her Heart

Just Some Small Re-embrace On Somebody's Heart)

A Letter Would Brighten Her Empty Heart There Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair

I Know Some Youngsters In An Orphan's Home

Would Think They Owned Heaven If She Were Their Own

They'd Never Be Willing Till Let Her Sit There Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' 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 Rockin' Chair

Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair