#85 Sound Cloud video by David Blackmore
℗ 2015 ~ Used with permission ~ |
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair,
I saw an old lady with silvery hair;
She looked so neglected
by those who should care,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
Her hands were all calloused, wrinkled and old,
A life of hard work was the story they told;
I thought of angels when I saw her there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
Bless her old heart do you think she complained,
Though life had been bitter she'd live it again,
And carry the cross that was
more than her share,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
It wouldn't take much 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 children in an orphan home,
Who'd think they'd own heaven
if she were 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 that forgot her
she still loves just the same;
And I think of angels when I see her there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
I look at her and I think what a shame,
The ones that forgot her
she still loves just the same;
And I think of angels when I see her there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
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