| Lyrics: | Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up
the rice in the church where a wedding was 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 to a sermon that no one will near,
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 people
Ah,
look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in 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 ?
(ah,
look at all the lonely people)
All the lonely people, where do they all belong ?
(ah, look
at all the lonely people) |
