文本歌词

The Old Wooden Rocker - Doc Watson
There it stands by the fire with
It's back to the wall
That old wooden rocker
So stately and tall
With naught to disturb
It but dusting of broom
And no one to use
It in that parlor room
As she sat by the fire
She would rock rock rock
And she heard but the tick
Of the old grand clock
Eighty years has she sat in that chair
Grim and tall
That old wooden rocker
That stands by the wall
How well I still remember
In days that are gone by
How we stood by that rocker
My sister and I
And we'd listened to the stories
That grandma would tell
As she sat in the rocker
That we all loved so well
If the chair could but speak
Oh the tales it would tell
How my poor aged grandpa in his battle fell
'Neath the stars and the stripes
He fought bravely and true
He cherished his freedom 'neath
The red white and blue
As she sat by the fire
She would rock rock rock
And she heard but
The tick of the old grand clock
Eighty years has she sat in that chair
Grim and tall
That old wooden rocker
That stands by the wall
Now grandma is dead
All the stories are done
All the children have followed her
Yes one by one
They have all gone to meet her
In the sweet by and by
And all that is left is my sister and I
As she sat by the fire
She would rock rock rock
And she heard but
The tick of the old grand clock
Eighty years has she sat in
That chair grim and tall
That old wooden rocker
That stands by the wall