The Beatles – While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you allSee the love there that’s sleepingWhile my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floorAnd I see it needs sweepingStill my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told youHow to unfold your loveI don’t know how someone controlled youThey bought and sold you
I look at the worldAnd I notice, it’s turningWhile my guitar gently weeps
With every mistakeWe must surely be learningStill my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were divertedYou were perverted tooI don’t know how you were invertedNo one alerted you
I look from the wingsAt the play you are stagingWhile my guitar gently weeps
‘Cause I’m sitting hereDoing nothing but agingStill my guitar gently weeps
Dub the mic on the piano and quite low thisJust keep it in my maracas, you knowYou know, those old pianos
Okay, we’re onMouth








