Sitting alone in an old rockin' 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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Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
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Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old
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A life of hard work was the story they told
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And I've thought of angels as I saw her there
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Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
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[ steel ]
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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 the cross that is more than her share
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Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
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It wouldn't take much 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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Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
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[ steel ]
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I know some kids in an orphan's home
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Who 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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Rockin' alone in an old rockin' 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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Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
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Rockin' Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair
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| Eddy Arnold |
