Eleanor Rigby

                                  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 

Inside a window 

Wearing a face 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 Mackenzie writing the words to a sermon no one will hear 

No one comes near 

Look at him working 

Darning his socks 

In the dark because nobody's there 

What does he care 



All the lonely people 

Where do they all come from 

All the lonely people 

Where do they all belong 



Look at all the lonely people 

Look at all the lonely people 

Look at all the lonely people 

Look at all the lonely people 



Eleanor Rigby died in the church 

And was buried along with her name 

No body came 



Father Mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands 

Has 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 



Look at all the lonely people