George

[Gerry]

George wrote of his weeping guitar
I wonder did he fully grasp
The joy his work brings to the world
And that it would really last

Now in the Capital of Culture
His name is held high
Known throughout the world
I think he'd sit and sigh

Oh My Lord, My Sweet Lord
He'd gently sing
The chorus would ring
And the angels joined in

Here comes the sun
He's sing each day
Liverpools happy
They would all pray

By Gerry Temple
Copyright January 2008

[Steven]

Thanks for the above Gerry. I did have the honour of meeting George and strumming along with him in a tiny terraced house like mine (and his which you've seen).