Eleanor Rigby

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... 

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 

Ah look at all the lonely... 
Ah look at all the lonely...