ELEANOR RIGBY

Eleanor Rigby/ THE BEATLES





Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in a church where the 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?
Eleanor Rigby
Died 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