Eleanor Rigby

D/AAh, look at all the lonely F#mpeople!
D/AAh, look at all the lonely F#mpeople!

F#mEleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in a F#m7church where a wedding has Dbeen,
Lives in a F#mdream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing the face that she F#m7keeps in a jar by the Ddoor,
Who is it fF#mor?

     F#m7All the lonely F#m6people,
     Where Ddo they all come F#mfrom?
     F#m7All the lonely F#m6people,
     Where Ddo they all belF#mong?

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?