Eleanor RigbyEleanor Rigby picks up her iceIn a church where a wedding has beenIt's in a dreamSits by her window wearing a faceThat she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for?All those lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All those lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?Father McKenzie writing the wordsTo a sermon that no one will hearNo one comes nearLook at him workingDonning his socks in the nightAnd there's nobody thereWhat does he care?All those lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All those lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?Oh, look at all those lonely peopleMm-hmmOh, look at all those lonely peopleEleanor Rigby died in the churchAnd was buried along with her nameNobody cameFather McKenzie wiping his hands of the dirtAs he stands by the graveNo one would seeOh, all those lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All those lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?Where do they all belong?Where do they all belong?