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