Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected
But those who should care
Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair

Her hands were callused
And wrinkled and old
A life of hard work
Was the story they told
And I thought of angles
As I saw her there
Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair

Bless her old heart
Do you think she'd complain
Though life has been bitter
She'd live it again
And carry that cross
That is more than her share
Rockin' alone in an rocking chair
Rockin' alone in an rocking chair