Rockin' Alone in an Old Rockin' Chair

Sitting 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

Her hands were calloused, and wrinkled, and old
A life of hard work, was the story they told
And I've thought of angels, as I saw her there
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 the cross, that is more than her share
Rockin' alone, in an old rockin' chair

It wouldn't take much, to gladden her heart
Just some small remembrance, on somebody's part
A letter would brighten, her empty life there
Rockin' alone, in an old rockin' chair

I know some kids, in an orphan's home
Who think they owned heaven, if she was their own
They'd never be willing, to let her sit there
Rockin' 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
Rockin' alone, in an old rockin' chair