ELEANOR RIGBY                       BEATLES
     

     
AH, LOOK AT ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE.

AH, LOOK AT ALL THE LONETY PEOPLE.

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, DAMING 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 THE CHURCH

AND WAS BURIED ALONG WITH HER NAME.

NOBODY CAME.

FATHER MCKENZIE, WIPING THE DIRT FROM HIS HANDS

AS HE WALKS FROM ME GRAVE.

NO-ONE WAS SAVED.

ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE, WHERE DO THEY

ALL COME FROM?          

ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE, WHERE DO THEY

ALL BELONG ?