Rockin' Alone (In an Old Rocking Chair)

(Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair) Sittin' alone in an old rockin' chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected, by those who should care Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair (Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair) Her hands were calloused, and wrinkled and old A life of hard work, was the story they told And I thought of angels as I saw her there Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair (Rockin' 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 that cross that is more than her share Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair