| C | G7 | |
| Sitting alone in an | old rockin' chair |
| C | |
| I saw an old mother with | silvery hair |
| F | |
| She seemed so neglected by | those who should care |
| G7 | C | |
| Rocking alone in an old rockin' | chair |
| G7 | |
| Her hands were caloused and | wrinkled and old |
| C | |
| A life full of hard work were the | story they told |
| F | |
| And I've thought of angels as | I saw her there |
| G7 | C | |
| Rocking alone in an old rockin' | chair |
| G7 | |
| It wouldn't take much just to | gladden her heart |
| C | |
| Just some small re-embrace on | somebody's heart |
| F | |
| A letter would brighten her | empty heart there |
| G7 | C | |
| Rocking alone in an old rockin' | chair |
| G7 | |
| I know some youngsters in an | orphan's home |
| C | |
| Would think they owned heaven if | she were their own |
| F | |
| They'd never be willing to | let her sit there |
| G7 | C | |
| Rocking alone in an old rockin' | chair |
| G7 | |
| I look at her and I | think what a shame |
| C | |
| The ones who forgot her she | loves just the same |
| F | |
| And I think of angels as | I see her there |
| G7 | C | |
| Rocking alone in an old rockin' | chair |
| G7 | C | |
| Rocking alone in an o | ld rockin' chair |