Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby died in the church
Sits by her window, wearing a paste

Where do they all come from?
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
All those lonely people
Oh, look at all those lonely people
Where do they all belong?
All those lonely people
When there's nobody there, what does he care?
As he stands by the grave, no one was saved
Where do they all belong?
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words to a sermon
All those lonely people
All those lonely people
And was buried along with her name, nobody came

Where do they all belong?
All those lonely people
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
Father McKenzie wiping his hands of the dirt
Oh, look at all those lonely people

Where do they all come from?

That no one will hear, no one comes near
Where do they all come from?
Oh, all those lonely people