While My Guitar Gently Weeps-Brazilian Tropical Orchestra

[00:16]I look, at you all, see the love, there thats sleeping, [00:25]while my guitar, gently weeps. [00:33]I look, at the floor, and I see it needs sweeping, [00:42]still my guitar, gently weeps. [00:51]I dont know why, nobody told you, how to unfold your love. [01:08]I dont know how, someone controlled you, they bought and sold you. [01:24]I look, at the world, and I notice its turning, [01:32]while my guitar, gently weeps. [01:41]With every mistake, we must surely, be learning, [01:49]still my guitar, gently weeps [02:31]I dont know how, you were diverted, [02:39]you were perverted, too. I dont know how, you were inverted, [02:56]no one alerted you. [03:03]I look, at you all, see the love, there thats sleeping, [03:12]while my guitar, gently weeps. Look at you all... [03:29]