Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been,
Lives in a Dream
Waits at the window
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the Lonely People, Where do they all come from?
All the Lonely People, Where do they all belong?
Father McKensie
Writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear
No-one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the Lonely People, Where do they all come from?
All the Lonely People, Where do they all belong?
Ah, Look at all the Lonely People
Ah, Look at all the Lonely People
Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKensie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No-One was saved
All the Lonely People, Where do they all come from?
All the Lonely People, Where do they all belong?
Ah, Look at all the Lonely People
Ah, Look at all the Lonely People
All the lonely people, all the lonely people
All the lonely people, all the lonely people
(Ah, Look at all the Lonely People)
(Ah, Look at all the Lonely People)
(Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name)
(All the lonely people, die along with her name)
(Father McKensie,
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave)
(All the lonely people, die along with her name)
