Rocking Alone (In An Old Rocking Chair)
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 she뭗 complain
Though life has been bitter she뭗 live it again
And carry that cross that is more than her share
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

It wouldn뭪 take much just to gladden her heart
Just some small remembrance on somebody뭩 part
A letter would brighten her empty life there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair

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

I look at her and I think 밯hat 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