I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps.

Do what you want to do, And go where you're going to. Think for yourself 'Cause I won't be there with you.

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.

If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not We just wrote it like that

A boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk The first song of his happiness, and the song woke His heart to the darkness and into the sadness of joy.

She was a soprano of the kind often used for augmenting grief at a funeral.

I can't sing. As a singist I am not a success. I am saddest when I sing. So are those who hear me. They are sadder even than I am.