C G7
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
C
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
F
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
G7 C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
G7
Her hands were all calloused and wrinkled and old
C
A life of hard work were the story they told
F
And I thought of angels as I saw her there
G7 C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
G7
Bless her old heart do you think she'd complain
C
Though life has been bitter she'd live it again
F
And carry that cross that is more than her share
G7 C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
G7
It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart
C
Just some small remembrance on somebody's part
F
A letter would brighten her empty life there
G7 C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
G7
I know some youngsters in an orphan's home
C
Would think they owned heaven if she was their own
F
They'd never be willing to let her sit there
G7 C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
G7
I look at her and I think what a shame
C
The ones who forgot her she loves just the same
F
And I think of angels as I see her there
G7 C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair