Big Country Eleanor Rigby
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in a church where a
wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in
a jar by the door,
Who is is for?
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
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?
