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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 calloused
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

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