Texty: Beatles, The. 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 altered you.

I look at you see al the love there that?s sleeping,

While my guitar gently weeps.

I then look at you all,

Still my guitar gently weeps.