Alone she sits in her chair
Watching the world pass her by
A cigarette at her mouth
A weariness in her eye
Her face lined and gaunt
Her body a small frame
Every line tells a story
But who is to blame
Her children never visit
No one seems to care
For this poor lonely woman
Sat alone in her chair
Her story unknown
Was she a wife
Did she get her knowledge
From its a hard knock life
Was she a beauty
Or a woman of the night
Did she lie down and die
Or put up a fight
No one seems bothered
They don't seem to care
For this poor lonely woman
Alone in her chair
It is such a pity
Would be a surprise
To learn that this woman
Is worldily wise
But she's simply forgotten
Now she's seen better day's
Social abandonment
Instead of pure praise
Her body now fraile
Greyness in her hair
This poor lonely lady
Alone in her chair