Eleanor Rigby

C#/AsAh, look at all the lonely Fmpeople!
C#/AsAh, look at all the lonely Fmpeople!

FmEleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in a Fm7church where a wedding has C#been,
Lives in a Fmdream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing the face that she Fm7keeps in a jar by the C#door,
Who is it fFmor?

     Fm7All the lonely Fm6people,
     Where C#do they all come Fmfrom?
     Fm7All the lonely Fm6people,
     Where C#do they all belFmong?

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?

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.

     All the lonely people,
     Where do they all come from?
     All the lonely people,
     Where do they all belong?