I saw an old lady with silvery hair.
Rocking alone in her old rocking chair
do you think she'd complain
Though life has been bitter,
she'd live it again and carry that cross
that is more than her share,
rocking along in her old rocking chair.
Her hands were old calloused,
A life of hard work was the story they told,
Rocking along in her old rocking chair
Drop a line to mother, boy
Remember she's your friend
You know she's getting old and grey
And hastens towards the end
A line from you would cheer her up,
Would make her whole heart glad,
For she'd know that you'd not
Go on and drop her a line, my lad.
You took your troubles all to her,
And she soothed your troubled brow,
She even chased those clouds away.
Would you forget her now?
She is praying for you every day,
and no word from you she's had.
Go on and drop her a line, my lad.
and the one her place can take.
It'll be too late when she is gone,
so go on and write for her sweet sake.
And she'll take you to her warm heart still,
That's if you've gone to the bad.
So don't be ashamed to call her name,
Go on and drop her a line, my lad.
Rocking alone in her old rocking chair.