(Bob Miller)      Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair   I saw an old mother with silvery hair   She seemed so neglected by those who should care   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old   A life of hard work was the story they told   And I've thought of angels as I saw her there   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      --- Instrumental ---      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   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      It wouldn't take much to gladden her heart   Just some small remembrance on somebody's part   A letter would brighten her empty life there   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      --- Instrumental ---      I know some kids in an orphan's home   Who think they owned heaven if she was their own   They'd never be willing to let her sit there   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      I look at her and I think what a shame   The ones who forgot her she loves just the same   And I think of angels as I see her there   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair...