While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I look, at you all, see the love, there thats sleeping,

while my guitar, gently weeps.

I look, at the floor, and I see it needs sweeping,

still my guitar, gently weeps.

I dont know why, nobody told you, how to unfold your love.

I dont know how, someone controlled you, they bought and sold you.

I look, at the world, and I notice its turning,

while my guitar, gently weeps.

With every mistake, we must surely, be learning,

still my guitar, gently weeps

I dont know how, you were diverted,

you were perverted, too. I dont know how, you were inverted,

no one alerted you.

I look, at you all, see the love, there thats sleeping,

while my guitar, gently weeps. Look at you all...