While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love I don’t know how someone controlled you They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps I don’t know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don’t know how you were inverted No one alerted you.

I look from the wings at the play you are staging, While my guitar gently weeps. As I’m sitting here, doing nothing but aging, Still, my guitar gently weeps. © George Harrison

Happy Birthday Mom.