Eleanor Rigby (Live February 5, 1971) Lyrics

Don't fight the feelin'

I'm Eleanor Rigby
I picked up the rice in the church where the weddings have been, yeah
I'm Eleanor Rigby
I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
If you wanna know what is it for, well

All the lonely people (all of the lonely people)
Where do they all come from? (All of the lonely people)
All the lonely people (all of the lonely people)
Where do they, where do they all belong? (All of the lonely people)

Father McKenzie, writing the words to a sermon
That no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Knotting his socks in the night
Who or what does he care?

Talkin' about all, all the lonely people (all of the lonely people)
Where do, where do they all come from? (All of the lonely people)
All over this world, the lonely people (all of the lonely people)
Tell me where, where do they all belong? (All of the lonely people)

Eleanor, Eleanor Rigby
Eleanor, Eleanor Rigby

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

Sayin' all, all of the lonely people (all of the lonely people)
Where do they all come from? (All of the lonely people)
All over this world, the lonely, lonely people (all of the lonely people)
Tell me where, where do they all belong? (All of the lonely people)

Eleanor, Eleanor Rigby
Could it be, could it be Eleanor Rigby
Come on girl, do your thing, yeah yeah
Eleanor Rigby, Eleanor, woo
Eleanor Rigby, baby, do your thing (all of the lonely people)