Little darling, the smiles returning to their faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun...
Here comes the sun, and I say,
It’s all right
George Harrison would be 66 years old today.
George was always my favourite Beatle. Go ahead, disagree if you like; you can prefer Paul, or John. I’ve always liked George — with the Beatles, with the Traveling Wilburys, with the various friends he often performed with, or just by himself.
And he wrote my favourite Beatles song ever:
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
George Harrison died of cancer in late November of 2001. But today we can celebrate his birth. And his music.
We were talking
About the space between us all
And the people
Who hide themselves behind a wall
Never glimpse the truth
Then it’s far too late
When they pass away