Eleanor Rigby

H/F#Ah, look at all the lonely Esmpeople!
H/F#Ah, look at all the lonely Esmpeople!

EsmEleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in a Esm7church where a wedding has Hbeen,
Lives in a Esmdream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing the face that she Esm7keeps in a jar by the Hdoor,
Who is it fEsmor?

     Esm7All the lonely Esm6people,
     Where Hdo they all come Esmfrom?
     Esm7All the lonely Esm6people,
     Where Hdo they all belEsmong?

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?