Violet Burning Eleanor Rigby
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the 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 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?
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Oh, look at all the lonely people
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?
(Here we are)
