ROCKING ALONE IN MY OLD ROCKING CHAIR 
(Lyrics & Music : Bob Miller)
The Everly Brothers


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 all callused and wrinkled and old 
A life of hard work was the story they told 
And I thought of angels as I saw her 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 that cross that is more than her share 
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair 

It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart 
Just some small remembrance on somebody's part 
A letter would brighten her empty life there 
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair 

I know some youngsters in an orphans' home 
Who'd think they owned heaven if she was their own 
They'd never be willing to let her sit there 
Rocking alone in an old rocking 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 rocking chair