Written by Bob Miller   Recorded by Hank Snow      Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair   She seemed so neglected by those who should care rocking alone in an old rockin' chair   Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old   A life full of hard work were the story they told   And I've thought of angels as I saw her there rocking alone in an old rockin' 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 rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair   (It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart   Just some small re-embrace on somebody's heart)   A letter would brighten her empty heart there rocking alone in an old rockin' chair   I know some youngsters in an orphan's home   Would think they owned heaven if she were their own   They'd never be willing till let her sit there rocking 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 rocking alone in an old rockin' chair   Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair