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Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby

(الألبوم: Local Gentry - 1968)

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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, 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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

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