Eleanor Rigby

F#/C#Ah, look at all the lonely Bmpeople!
F#/C#Ah, look at all the lonely Bmpeople!

BmEleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in a Bm7church where a wedding has F#been,
Lives in a Bmdream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing the face that she Bm7keeps in a jar by the F#door,
Who is it fBmor?

     Bm7All the lonely Bm6people,
     Where F#do they all come Bmfrom?
     Bm7All the lonely Bm6people,
     Where F#do they all belBmong?

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?