"ELEANOR RIGBY" (Lennon/McCartney) Words and Music by Bernie Leadon & Don Henly Thanks to: Annie <[email protected]> and Rita Cooper <[email protected]> Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, 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? 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? Table of Contents | Juke Box of Music Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734 Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal and or credit , please contact Webmaster Jan Schimenek by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised May 7th 1999 This web site is hosted by Fortune City
"ELEANOR RIGBY"
(Lennon/McCartney)
Words and Music by Bernie Leadon & Don Henly
Thanks to: Annie <[email protected]> and
Rita Cooper <[email protected]>
Ah, 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 ?
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?
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?
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
Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734
Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal and or credit , please contact Webmaster Jan Schimenek by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised May 7th 1999 This web site is hosted by Fortune City
