Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby
(Lennon – McCartney)

Ah – look at all the lonely people!
Ah – look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream

Waits at the window,
Wearing the 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 McKenzie,
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 McKenzie,
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?