Bobbie Gentry - Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
In the church where a weddin' has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearin' 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 belong
Father McKenzie writin' the words
Of a sermon that no-one will hear
No-one comes near
Look at him workin', darnin' 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?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wipin' 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?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people