While My Guitar Gently Weeps [The Concert For Bangladesh, 1971]
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 at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps Look at you all... Still my guitar gently weeps.