Rocking Alone

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 and wrinkled and old a life of hard work was the story they told and I thought of an angel as I saw here there rocking 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 the cross that is more than her share rocking alone in an old rocking chair