Lyrics 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

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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people