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 [Em]belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon [C7]
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 [Em]come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all [Em]belong?
Ah, look at all [Em]the lonely people
Ah, look at all [Em]the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was [Am7]buried along [Am]with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was [Am7]saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all [Em]come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all [Em]belong?
