(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 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.      Bless her old heart do you think she'd complain   Though life has been bitter well she'd live it again   And carry the cross that seems more than her share    Just rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      It wouldn't take much to gladden her heart   Some small remembrance on somebody's part   A letter would brighten her empty heart there   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.      I look at her and I think what a shame   The ones who forget her she loves just the same   And I think of angels as I see her there   Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair...