Rocking Alone (in An Old Rocking Chair)

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 calloused and wrinkled and old A life of hard work were 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 orphan’s home Would 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