Eleanor Rigby Songtext
von John Denver

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 a 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!