| Lyrics: | ROCKING ALONE IN AN OLD ROCKING CHAIR
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair,
I saw
an old mother with silvery hair,
She looked so neglected by those who should care,
Rocking
alone in an old rocking chair.
Her hands were all callused and wrinkled and old,
A
life of hard work was the story they told,
And I thought of angles when I saw her
there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
Bless her old heart do you think she
complained,
Though life had been bitter she'd live it again,
And carry the cross that was
more than her share,
Rocking alone in an old rocking 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,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
I know some children in
an orphan home,
Who'd think they owned heaven if she were there 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 that forgot her she still loves the same,
And I think
of angels when I see her there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking
chair.
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