Eleanor Rigby

Nana Mouskouri

Compositor: Paul McCartney

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church

Where the wedding has been-

lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing a face that

She keeps in a jar by the door- who is it for

All the lonely people where do they all come from ?

All the lonely people where do they all belong ?



Father Mckenzie,writing the words of 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 the lonely people, where do they all come from ?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong ?



Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried

Along with her name- nobody came

Father Mckenzie, wiping 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 ?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong ?

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people