Eleanor Rigby - Richie Havens

Eleanor Rigby picks up her rice in a church

Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream

Sits by her window, wearing a paste

That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?

All those lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All those lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words to a sermon

That no one will hear, no one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks in the night

When there’s nobody there, what does he care?

All those lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All those lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Oh, look at all those lonely people

Oh, look at all those lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church

And was buried along with her name, nobody came

Father McKenzie wiping his hands of the dirt

As he stands by the grave, no one was saved

Oh, all those lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All those lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Where do they all belong?

Where do they all belong?