Eleanor Rigby (originally by The Beatles) – Bobbie GentryBy Eleanor Rigby picks up the riceIn the church where a weddin’ has beenLives in a dreamWaits at the window, wearin’ the faceThat she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come fromAll the lonely peopleWhere do they all belongFather McKenzie writin’ the wordsOf a sermon that no-one will hearNo-one comes nearLook at him workin’, darnin’ his socksIn the night when there’s nobody thereWhat does he care?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby died in the churchAnd was buried along with her nameNobody cameFather McKenzie, wipin’ the dirt from his handsAs he walks from the graveNo-one was savedAll the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely people www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20