Nancy George's guitar did not sweep... 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. bj -- Blue Moon Fibers http://www.bluemoonfibers.com Unique gifts and fabulous fibers
