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...