Chorus: [C]. Ah, look at all the lonely [Em]people!
[C]. Ah, look at all the lonely [Em]people!
[Em]. Eleanor Rigby,
.Picks up the [Em]rice in
a church where a wedding has [C]been,
.Lives in a [Em]dream.
. Waits at the window,
.Wearing the [Em]face that she
keeps in a [D]jar by the [C]door,
.Who is it [Em]f or?
. All [Em7]the lonely [Em6]people,
. Where [Cmaj7]do they all come [Em/B]from?
. All [Em7]the lonely [Em6]people,
. Where [Cmaj7]do they all [Em/B]bel ong?
[Em]Father McKenzie,
Writing the [Em]words of a
sermon that no one will [C]hear,
No one comes [Em]near.
Look at him [Em]working,
Darning his socks in the
night when there's nobody [C]there,
What does he [Em]care?
[Em7]All the lonely [Em6]people,
Where [Cmaj7]do they all come [Em/B]from?
[Dm7]All the lonely [Dm6]people,
Where [Cmaj7]do they all [Em/B]belong?
(Chorus)
[Em]Eleanor Rigby,
Died in the church and was
buried along with her [C]name,
Nobody [Em]came.
Father McKenzie,
Wiping the [Em]dirt from his hands
as he walks from the [C]grave,
No one was [Em]saved.
[Em7]All the lonely [Em6]people,
Where [Cmaj7]do they all come [Em]from?
[Em7]All the lonely [Em6]people,
Where [Cmaj7]do they all [Em]belong?
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