Sitting alone in an old rocking chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care Rocking alone in an old rocking chair Her hands were callused, wrinkled and old A life of hard work was the story they told And I think of angels as I watched her there Rocking alone in an old rocking chair I know some youngsters in an orphans' home Who think they owned heaven if she was their own They'd never be willing to let her sit there Rocking alone in an old rocking chair ♪ Bless her little heart, do you think she'd complain Though life has been bitter, she'd live it again Carry the burden that's more than her share Rocking alone in an old rocking chair Yes, she's rocking alone in an old rocking chair