Текст песни Rockin' Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair

(Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair) Sittin' 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 (Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair) Her hands were caloused and 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 [ strings ] (Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair) Bless her old heart do you think she'd complain Though life has been bitter she'd live it again And carry the cross that is more than her share Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair