Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely

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

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely

Ah, look at all the lo

Ah, look at all the

Ah

Eleanor Rigby

Died in the church and was buried along with her name