The Everly Brothers
 Words and Music by Bob Miller

 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


 Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
 ronhontz@worldnet.att.net