Eleanor Rigby

C Em Ah, look at all the lonely people. C Em Ah, look at all the lonely people. Em Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church C Em where a weeding has been, lives in a dream. Em Waits at the window, wearing the face C Em that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? Em7 Em6 All the lonely people, C/E Em where do they all come from? Em7 Em6 All the lonely people, C/E Em where do they all belong? Em Father McKenzie, writing the words C Em of a sermon that no one will hear, no-one comes near. Em Look at him working, darning his socks C Em in the night when there’s nobody there,what does he care? C Em All the lonely people,... C Em Ah, look at all the lonely people.... Em Eleanor Rigby died in the church C Em and was buried along with her name, nobody came. Em Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt C Em from his hands as he walks from the grave, no-one was seved. C Em All the lonely people,...