I lost something on November the twenty ninth.
I’m afraid it can’t return.
The baby of the group I love
Has joined the father now.
You were never afraid.
I can no longer think for myself.
There is a shadow looming over your sun.
The piggies have all gone home.
And I am without you, but not within.
The thoughtful Beatle.
That’s what you were to many.
But to me
You were a light and a hope.
Cancer took that all away.
There is nothing easy to say.
Where I am scared, you were brave.
I know that to say I love you would sound quite redundant.
I look at you now, see the love that you’re keeping
There goes the sun.
I am afraid without you.
I am lonely.
You’ve heard it all before.
But believe me George, when I say it.
You were like the brother and friend I never had.
Why did you have to go?
While a guitar gently weeps.
You’re with your friend now, you went peacefully sleeping.
Still, your guitar gently weeps.
Here comes the rain.
