Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church

Where the 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 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

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