Inspiration: My Sweet Lord
My sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
Hm, my Lord
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord
My sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
Hm, my Lord
I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you Lord
BUt it won't take long, my Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
Really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you Lord
Really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hallelujah)
I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you Lord(AhhhAhhhh)
But it won't take long, my Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, hm (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my Lord (hare krishna)
Hm, my sweet Lord (krishna krishna)
Hm, hm (hare hare)
Really want to see you (hare Rama)
Really want to be with you (hare Rama)
Really want to see you, Lord (AhhhAhhhh)
But it takes so long, my Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hare krishna)
My sweet Lord (hare krishna)
My sweet Lord (krishna krishna)
My Lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet Lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet Lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my, my Lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my Lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet Lord (Hare Rama)
My sweet Lord (hare krishna)
My sweet Lord (krishna krishna)
My Lord (hare hare)
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: George Harrison
My Sweet Lord lyrics © Harrisongs Ltd, Harrisongs Ltd. (gmr)
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you Lord
BUt it won't take long, my Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
Really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you Lord
Really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hallelujah)
I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you Lord(AhhhAhhhh)
But it won't take long, my Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, hm (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my Lord (hare krishna)
Hm, my sweet Lord (krishna krishna)
Hm, hm (hare hare)
Really want to see you (hare Rama)
Really want to be with you (hare Rama)
Really want to see you, Lord (AhhhAhhhh)
But it takes so long, my Lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hare krishna)
My sweet Lord (hare krishna)
My sweet Lord (krishna krishna)
My Lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet Lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet Lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my, my Lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my Lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet Lord (Hare Rama)
My sweet Lord (hare krishna)
My sweet Lord (krishna krishna)
My Lord (hare hare)
When I listen to My Sweet Lord, I do not hear religion first. I hear longing. A human voice stretching toward something it cannot quite touch yet. The song is built on wanting. Really want to go with you. Really want to show you. Really want to see you. It repeats the desire the way the mind repeats a prayer when it is tired of carrying itself alone. Wanting becomes a rhythm. Breath becomes devotion.
For me, this song speaks to the ache of distance between who I am and what I sense is waiting. Not heaven. Not perfection. Presence. There are seasons when life feels like standing at the edge of a door that keeps delaying its own opening. I know the impulse to lean forward and say, take me with you. Show me where I belong inside all of this. The lyric admits impatience without shame. But it won’t take long, my Lord. It is hope whispering to doubt, asking it to loosen its grip.
When he sings hallelujah, it is not triumphant. It is searching. Hallelujah is breath pushed upward. It is the sound of someone asking to be seen by something larger than their private weather. I recognize that posture in myself. After years of carrying stories, diagnoses, responsibilities, histories, I do not want answers as much as I want alignment. I want to feel near whatever makes life feel purposeful instead of accidental.
What moves me is the simplicity of the wanting. I really want to know you. That is not theology. That is intimacy. It is the same desire that lives in relationships, in motherhood, in art, in recovery. To know is to touch without armor. To go with is to trust direction without a map. I have lived long stretches trying to control the route, only to learn that surrender teaches more than strategy. This song is surrender shaped like melody.
The blending of hallelujah with hare krishna, Rama, guru, feels like the song refusing borders. Spirit here is not owned. It travels. It mixes. It learns other languages of reverence. That matters to me. My life has never fit neatly into one story. Healing came from listening widely. From letting wisdom enter through many doors. Art, science, ritual, friendship, silence. The song says devotion is not a location. It is a movement.
But it takes so long, my Lord. That line feels almost tired. Transformation is slow. Becoming is slow. Forgiving yourself is slow. I think of all the years it took me to recognize my own breath as something worth following. I wanted change immediately. I wanted relief immediately. Instead, life gave me repetition. Practice. Wake up. Ask again. Want again. Try again. The song understands that patience is not passive. It is active waiting.
By the time the chant rises, the ego loosens. My, my, my Lord. The “my” sounds personal and small at once. Not possession, but closeness. Like calling something sacred into the room of the body. I imagine devotion not as kneeling, but as listening inwardly long enough to hear what still lives underneath fear and habit.
For my life, this song becomes less about God and more about orientation. It asks me where I am walking. Who I am walking with. What I am really trying to reach beneath all the busy gestures of living. It reminds me that wanting is not weakness. It is propulsion. It is the engine of becoming.
I do not hear escape in this song. I hear arrival rehearsed slowly. Really want to see you. Really want to be with you. It is the voice of someone learning that the sacred is not somewhere else. It is something you approach by staying awake, staying open, staying willing to move toward what feels true, even when the road insists on taking time.
