Rockin' Alone (In An Old Rockin' Chair)

Rockin' Alone (In An Old Rockin' Chair) - Dean Martin (迪安·马丁)

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

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