C                   G7
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair 
                         C
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
                           F
She seemed so neglected by those who should care 
G7                              C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
 
                                 G7
Her hands were all calloused and wrinkled and old
                             C
A life of hard work were the story they told
                           F
And I thought of angels as I saw her there 
G7                              C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
 
                      G7
Bless her old heart do you think she'd complain
                                  C
Though life has been bitter she'd live it again
                             F
And carry that cross that is more than her share
G7                              C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

                              G7
It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart
                               C
Just some small remembrance on somebody's part
                            F
A letter would brighten her empty life there 
G7                              C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
 
                          G7
I know some youngsters in an orphan's home
                                 C
Would think they owned heaven if she was their own
                           F
They'd never be willing to let her sit there 
G7                              C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
 
                    G7
I look at her and I think what a shame
                            C
The ones who forgot her she loves just the same
                         F
And I think of angels as I see her there 
G7                              C
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair