Eleanor Rigby picks up the
rice in the church
Where a 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?
Ah, look at all the lonely
people!
Ah, look at all the lonely
people!
<Interluding>
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!
<Interluding>
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?
Ah, look at all the lonely
people!
Ah, look at all the lonely
people!
All the lonely people,
where do they all belong?
—————–
Eleanor Rigby
Cleo Laine & John Williams
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