Eleanor Rigby

I'm Eleanor Rigby

I picked up the rice in the church where the weddings have been

Yeah I'm Eleanor Rigby

I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door

If you wanna know what is it for, Well

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong

Father McKenzie

Writing the words to a sermon

That no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working

Knoting his socks in the night

What does he care, Yeah

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong

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