Lyrics: Martin Luther McCoy. Other. 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 nobobdy told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how somone 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 at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps

(Thanks to Colleen for these lyrics)